Frail gentleman with cane in hand just passed
The folly le Temple de L’amour, paused.
Lack of memory has fear in him caused.
Le Petit Trianon will off’r contrast.
Like he, former tenant felt as outcast.
Feels his condition cannot be uncaused,
As if lowly bug, brain is diapaused.
A little girl with watering can asked.
This happy place what brings you to be sad?
Cup your hands, water I may to you give,
That your face can be changed to one of glad.
Look ’round see the beauty amongst you live.
True you may never be a Galahad,
Yet burning heart is yours with love to give.
Being a fan of Renoir is one reason I chose this painting to write an art/ poem. But there may be others. I think of my granddaughters often and this picture brings them to the forefront. Maybe the little girl in the painting who has been with me long before I had granddaughters could be a symbol of the daughter I never had. Not sure why, so on to the poem. The little girl I transported from Monet’s famous garden at Argenteuil where Renoir was visiting to Versailles. Versailles offered symbolism that I needed. The young lady in the painting is Mademoiselle Leclere.
I immediately challenge the reader in the second line with folly and temple of love. Will not spoon feed you if the light does not go off Google is always helpful. Some time ago Le Petit Trianon was the private residence of Marie Antoinette. Again there is a challenge to the thinking reader. But you need to know something about Marie Antoinette. She did not like the pressures of Court and spent most of her time at her private residence. Eventually she did give it up, along with her head. Not that is quite a contrast between the man who has lost some of this memory and Marie who lost it all with one clean cut. But the old man also feels useless like a bug because his mind isn’t like it used to be.
Then he comes across a little girl with a watering can. Having been to Versailles, she will never be able to water all the plants with that watering can. So when you think about the poem it is a point to remember. So she gives him some water to wash his face and gives him the facts of life.
Now the test:
Was the little girl real, or an illusion and did the old man wake up and get out of the self-pity mode?
Was the little girl an angel and the water was a symbol of rebirth, is he being baptized?
The little girl was real and smart like my granddaughters and knew that if the man cooled his head he could think better?
Alone Together With You
Have thee for a moment take me caressed.
Time in solitude without any despair,
So gently nestled at thy downy breast,
Feeling a love complete without compare.
Love is limitless when measured by time,
Shall last longer than the stone on thee sit,
But not mortal bodies as thine and mine.
Before end of day both could be quiet,
So waste not love’s moments of cherished joy.
Stay with me Oh please with time that thy may.
Hold my head hold my body we alloy,
That today thus richer than yesterday.
Thee is music offering mind surprise,
The longer thee stay with me is reprise.
Let me start with a question. Can you really, by definition be alone with someone? I say yes and let me tell you why. Love that is so strong between two people makes them one. Love creates a symbiotic relationship. When there is a strong love in one direction there is a distinct possibility weakness of the one in love. Oh! he or she is love sick. We have heard the term. Now let’s take the case where one of the two lovers is ill. This can make the strong lover ill. Not a good situation.
In the poem we have an ill lover asking a healthy lover to stay with him. He knows that he will be siphoning health from this lover when with the word alloy. The mixing together. Is he being rational or selfish to say we could die tomorrow but our love will live on? The final couplet uses a music analogy. Music clears his mind it makes him feel good. Repeat it, meaning stay longer and he will continue to feel good even though seeing him weakens her own mind.
Scream, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Our decision made, it is very strong.
The date is marked so we will not forget.
Three months we will have to wait, shant be long.
They are the best, choice we will not regret.
Days go by, some are good and some I cry.
There are days where I barely leave my chair.
With pain so fierce dare not open an eye.
And who cares if I do not comb my hair.
The day is here and I am so afraid.
Fear the very worse, as I have no clue.
A man in a white coat comes to my aid.
Looks me in the eye, nothing he can do.
With uncombed hair here I sit in my chair,
Life will go on, should I bother to care.
Wind Chimes, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Two chairs for years face the morning sunrise,
Yours to the right side and mind to the left.
Been that way since we made our paradise.
Right chair now empty my soul is bereft.
Since you parted last I have seen you not,
Eyes closed mind a tuned, swear I hear your voice.
Catch sound by shepherd crook put in to spot
with wind chime to it so I may rejoice.
Sit and wait for each little tingle sound,
Stirs my heart of memories in years passed,
And smiles on my face forever abound.
Never questioned how long love has lasted.
Soon chair on the left will be empty too,
But the wind chime will sing my love for you.
Today’s painting was created by Wendy Webster Good from Kennebunkport, Maine. Don’t think we need any explanation on this poem for it is a simple love poem about two lovers who have spent many happy years together but as nature would have it one has to go first. But the love is still out there in the wind which can be heard in a simple wind chime.