Signs

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She walks down the street, there are signs everywhere. Reading each one, taking in its size, shape and meaning. Each day they are give feelings of anger, sadness, laughter and pure happiness. They are clear remembering them a sign is information, it is up to the viewer to take action.
Somedays she follows the sign buying milk for her coffee, new shoes for 60% off, takes a right to go to the zoo, supports a chair, even to see a play.
Today she goes for lunch.
”Hi Larry!” Smiling big.
”Amber it has been awhile, pastrami sandwich on rye, no mayo, everyday I keep the best slices for you.” Larry’s heart is pumping.
”That is sweet Larry, thank you! You know me so well.”
Getting out the bread ”I try to know all my customers, you, you I prefer to see everyday.”
Blushing Amber squeaks ” You are the reason I come in here, too.”
She looks at him while he spreads the tomato slices. He is cute, funny, and nice.
He sprinkles the lettuce I wonder if she will go out with me, if only she gave me a sign, something that tells me she is interested, something.
She then asks ”Did you se that sign up on Sassafras? The Tempest, one of Shakespeare’s finest.”
”That and Hamlet are always seat edgers for me.”
”Right, I swear immobilizing beams come and paralyze me every time the lights dim. I was thinking I would buy tickets, I just need to find someone to go with” Amber hinting.
”That will be $6.52. What about Reba? Don’t you always take her.”
Handing over her card ”Yeah I could.”
Sliding the card I would really love to go, but she has someone. ”oh, he says have fun.”
Why wont he say he wants to go, I really want to go with him. Placing the well used card in her purse.
I really want to go with her, he dreams as he hands her the sandwich.
”Maybe tonight I will buy tickets, it would be a nice show to see.” Hoping she says come with me.
”That is a good idea I really look forward to it!” hoping he would invite her. ”Gotta go or the boss will ride me. Bye.” Sighing as she smiles and waves.
She heads back to work thinking why wouldn’t he give me a sign.
He watches the door swing close, why didn’t she give me a sign.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Bounce

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Up and down
forward rolling
slowly losing
its force, its motion
Pick it up
throw harder
with gusto
does it last longer?
Try again
all your might
same result
soon it stops
Hit the wall
at every angle
watch it fly
eventually halting
Stretch your mind
your state of being
notice the difference
the movement is endless
Stay with it
help it along
gentle tap
Focus is the key
It is up to you
which way
how fast, how slow
it changes with you
it moves high
it rolls low
the bounce continues
only resting when you do

-Jennie Nawrocki

Illusion, Dream, or Reality?

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Illusions say to us what we want them to say
Dreams say what we want the future to be
Reality says to us things we don’t always want to hear
I say thoughts that aren’t always about you
I stay up worrying about everything and nothing
It is about where do I fit?
What am I to you?
Why?
Always the same questions?
This time I don’t know what to expect
We weren’t what we were yesterday
We are not what we are today
What will we be tomorrow?
If I believe I am crazy, if I don’t believe I am crazy
I don’t want to be a hollow shell of myself,
I don’t like being lost in my mind, lonely
I want to be real, present, with you
Today, tomorrow and forever after.
Is that an illusion, dream or reality?

-Jennie Nawrocki

A Conversation

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“I will go there.”

“Where?”

“to the ends of the earth”

“but the earth is round and always spinning…. won’t you get dizzy become passed out never seeing the end, never being finished”

“Why would I want it to be final?”

“then you can stop, rest and live your live the way you are supposed to everyone needs to do that!”

“but where is the fun in that? I get to see the world”

“You will be broke and torn!”

“Wouldn’t you want to be the one item in the Antique store that the edges are worn from wear?”

“I thought fresh out of the box was better?”

“For a museum, maybe who wants to be always fragile and never touched. Where are the scars that tell the stories, there is no life in it, just something to admire.”

“It’s safe!”

“It’s boring!”

“Go then, don’t blame me for not warning you”

“I have already fallen’ into a centrifuge separated from the core.”

“I always knew you were missing a few parts.”

“That’s right, little bits of me floating in space.”

“Space? Out of this World? Don’t you want to be home?”

“Home is where the heart is.”

“yuch, this again!”

“It’s true, don’t you see?”

“See what?”

“That is exactly my point!”

“You see what you want to see.”

“You’re confusing me.”

“I know, I’m confused myself…those must be the missing parts”

“You got me spinning”

“That is what I am trying not to do. My mind, body, spirit or soul, however you want to call it, even my heart were floating everywhere, I chose to follow my heart.”

“STOP talking in Hallmark cards!”

“Again that is my point!”

“A Hallmark card has something for everyone. Some are disappointing, sad, humorous, enduring, cheerful….you get me. However they are all given to display and affirm love.”

“Love? You have really gone crazy now!”

“You always feel loved when I am around haven’t you?”

“Yes, mostly well there was this one time….”

“I swear if you bring that up….”

“You really need to learn to lighten up…..maybe that is the missing part? Sometimes you aren’t always here.”

“Precisely!”

“Circles we are spinning circles”

“I was here but this bit was over here and this person had this, I was never together, that is why I need to go.”

“Won’t that pull you further apart, being everywhere…..Where is it you are going you have said yet?”

“Not quite sure.”

“Then why leave?”

“cause I am not all here, I need to be there to be here.”

“You are exhausting.”

“Sleep any chance I get these days.”

“You must be going on a quest, you are not looking for the Holy Grail are you?”

“Even Monty Python thought that was funny. I know what I want and where it is.”

“Then what is it? Don’t tell me Precious Moments, now I am getting sick”

“So was I!”

“Then stop!”

“Would you stop if you didn’t feel full?”

“Don’t get me started talking about food, you know how I love to eat.”

“So do I, but we will do that later.”

“What’s later?”

“Eating!”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I already told you to the ends of the earth”

“Oh, we are back on that again.”

“Look I will always be what you wanted me to be successful, respected and loved, though this time it will be different I will be satisfied because I have everything I have always wanted.”

“But you won’t be here.”

“I will, there will be more of me here then ever before…all because I went to the ends of the earth to follow my heart, to be with my soul and have my body feel one with another.”

“More Hallmark cards!”

“Think of it this way. Because you picked the card for you, you will always feel loved for the fact I have sent the love just the way you need it.”

“This is starting to get very cheesy.”

“Yeah! I am ready to go to Dick’s now.”

“Are you calling me a Dick?”

“You can be, but I want a Dick’s cheeseburger.”

“Good because I don’t even have one, but I will take one of those.”

-Jennie Nawrocki

An Encounter

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It’s late at night in the middle of downtown. Bricks reflect the wet of the ceased rain aided from the permanent illuminance of the street lamps along side the building names. I find a dry spot just atop “blank was here” where I am thankful to rest. Inhaling deep breaths glad to be starting the final piece of my waking day. What do I have left to do, I must check my phone. I check all my network sites without emotion, just to put it away to wait for the next bus. Covering my legs I look over at the people standing, seeing a woman handing out material to people with them avoiding her as though she had the bird flu or worse yet wasn’t pc.

She was running out of time.

She soon would be coming my way. I check my phone only for the time, hoping that I wouldn’t face an encounter also. A bus came providing a mere hour before even the first person could request a stop. Swarming to get the best seat just to breathe. It is all empty now, just me a few other people and her. It was going to happen, bound to happen.

She was running out of time.

Debating ipod on or off, I should make a phone call so off but it is frigid the gloves must stay on to feel even a slight warmth. Then it happens as I look down at the brick multiplying my feet, I see Jesus saves us because Armageddon is coming, you must prepare, you must know. She is happy I talk with her, even smile in her direction. She sets down her torn bag, crouched to sit, to breathe but didn’t. I didn’t want her to either but then I saw, this elderly woman in what seem to be the last of her very tender years of pain and distraught. She had only an underbite full of darken, pointed almost wooden teeth. Grey hair poking out of a beanie cap, those beautiful cat eye glasses. Wearing a plaid charcoal coat covering the pleated shirt without straight lines ending with frayed edges towards her black tights and nursing shoes. I started to melt with empathy, she wasn’t going to hurt me, I misjudged, she only wanted the same thing I did to sit and breathe.

She was running out of time.

Pulling out her vintage bible trusting me to hold her most precious piece “read” I read allowed the verse she pointed to with confidence. It was written partially in Hebrew, the words were Hebrew within the bible, huh I don’t understand. Helping me pronounce the passage, she says it is coming Armageddon, Armageddon be prepared. What shocked me was that was, she left, gathered up her stuff and left. Walking away less than a step at a time towards the next person, please someone listen to her. The next person will, probably thinking I must get the word out.

She was running out of time.

I watched her struggling to walk, thinking how her day must look, Where she will go? What does she do? Was she happy? She seemed happy, but all the people that shame her everyday. I thought what could I do to help people like her? Why was I so cautious? She only wanted to talk, she only wanted.

She was running out of time.

Skimming the mini booklets. Jehovah’s Witnesses wanted, needed people to follow the greatest man, Lord for he will come and bring Armageddon. Folding the newspaper of a book, I could only think, how can she throw her life away to do this, just this? She looks as though a month spent in a hospital would only be the beginning of her recovery. If I throw away the words, will I disrespect her? or Do I disrespect myself by believing any of it? She is just a loon, this material is debunk, complete fooey? I couldn’t decide? Others would have had no second guesses but me, I am different? I can’t decide?

I am running out of time.

The bus comes, I take one last breath and board the bus just as I do, letting the papers fall in the trash. It seemed so easy,. Hopefully she didn’t notice, hopefully she didn’t see. She gave with love and I just threw it away to move on with my day. Although why did I feel so guilty?

I chose how to spend my time.

PS this is a true story, no parts are fictionalized or meant to represent anything else.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Love

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love has no definition however its boundaries can be broken.
found everywhere for everyone but yet it is not always felt.
to have it, see it, feel it can cause
years of searching for love without gain.

when found

build for day to day moments of memories
encompassed with passion towards a continued connection
simply existing together rewards the sorrow of mistakes
find meaning in the truth love has no definition.
A poem explained:
I used to think romance was something out of a fairy tale. I never believed it was always the everyday gestures of sentiment that really show love. I may not have love but I am seeing more and more through talking with couples that have been together over 30 years how they stay together. It really ain’t a piece of cake and they will tell you that, but it is also a give and take but most important it is a commitment, a promise to sticking with each other. In other words who is going to be that person that takes the middle seat in an airplane.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Discovering Love

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Beautiful the possibilities
Bulging with promise
Beginning to partake in its bounties

Piece by piece explored
Picked for its explosions
Portrayed with eagerness playfully

Spinning in another direction
Spoiled from disappointment
Somebody say you’re sorry

Try again to gain
Turbulant vocal gushes
Toppling into turmoil

What’s left?
Words of loathing
Withdraw from the waste

Look within
Leaving to clear the window
Live only to love.

Action

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Continually reminiscing the black holes
brings nothing but emptiness
forever despondent of air
riding into the abyss

It commences with a fever
staking the only future
free of the nuances
openly for the world to believe

Turn the mind
reevaluate inter weavings
inside see a small particle
gone exponential

relating differently through reflection
mutual finality occurs
soon transparency emerges
shattering all perceived truths

working slowly to build
strong understandings of inner framework
even surprising yourself
knowing secrets of the subconscious

feelings morphed from within
supporting the foundation
durability is the key
strengthening the whole

Sustainability through versatility
for it was your choice
trusting where you belong
when nothing was guaranteed.

-Jennie Nawrocki

Unbelievable

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The heart she had destroyed
always told its you
not me
I’m at fault
I’m selfish
I did wrong
I was left
no one wanted to save me

I was pushed
I told myself
it is your own fault
I am unlucky
I am the problem
I am the only one who does bad
It is my pride, my ego
my judgement, my choice
that brought me down

I hear them say
you are a nobody
somebody who can’t
definitely shouldn’t
wear a craze lunatic sign
you freak
you have no heart to give
hospitalization, jail, die
is your only choice
we will make sure you love no more

good thing, I don’t listen either.

-Jennie Nawrocki