Dreams of plenty have come and gone,
many have yet to respond.
Sorrow lasted many nights,
but not without a fight.
Love occurs with a fever,
hopefully more than just a murmur.
Hope remains in the lead,
no longer will despair bleed.
-Jennie Nawrocki
foundation creation
banging, sawing, clanging
smash, bash, crash
slop, bop, crop
slap, bat
you have yourself a
flat, mat.
-Jennie Nawrocki
Down the stairs
under the wheeled gateway
tunnels of options
Where is it?
What is it?
pick, choose, decide
the beggar has spoken
past the middle
split from the push of the flow
direction emerging
towards an opening from above.
-Jennie Nawrocki
Open, Open, Open me
See what is inside
My present is only connected
Through my past
All misdeeds become a broken record
Never to escape only to be posted
For others to read my wall of mistakes
Only the law was upheld
Breaking hearts, failed communication
Was my resume, never to be forgiven
External exile was my fate
Closed from damaging anymore.
-Jennie Nawrocki
each day I sit
I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder.
a waste of time?
all around me are walls
white walls
with white floors,
doors, even handles.
someone said “go”
do what you want
it is up to you?
is it?
what about family, friends?
do they have a say?
is it ours or is it mine?
I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder.
the walls could be colorful,
theatrical, hospital
they could be anything.
what about furniture?
art deco, victorian, modern,
even goodwill eclectic.
I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder.
finally, I pick up a paint brush
but what color?
it will define my life,
it will define me
I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder.
then I decide
slow, easy, don’t overdue it.
so I ask, how is it?
do you think it will be ok?
they say “sure, fine,
just HURRY, do something”
what are they really thinking?
I stop.
I do nothing,
sleep, eat, ponder
I start again
this time I tell no one
only those closest to me
supporters without judgement
criticism that aides
people I trust.
I create, I build, I live
What happened to the
white room?
-Jennie Nawrocki
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
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
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
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.
Time sequestered
Questions posed
Forgiveness wished
Thoughtful hopes
Love embodied
With praise for God.
-Jennie Nawrocki
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