Monthly Archives: May 2018

Twilight and Day, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Twilight and DayPortraits of Lorna and Dorothy Bell, Sir James Jebusa Shannon (c. 1904)

Twilight and Day, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tender message of light does Twilight bring
Providing help lifting the sleeping fog
Gently coaxing the morning birds to sing
Rousting me up for I sleep as a log

Twilight you are a joy but must make way
Sun now of full view in the eastern sky
A bright sign welcoming your sister Day
Those colors of beauty she’ll amplify

Day is your brightness that helps flowers grow
Providing light for me to get things done
In the winter to melt ice and snow
Day you now end just as you had begun

The sun falls in the west yielding to Night
A silent time to put thoughts in order
For hours I shall rest waiting for Twilight
Until she touches my eyes shall not stir

 

Sappho, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

SapphoSappho, Miquel Carbonell Selva (1881)

Sappho, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Though you mourn, from your young life do not flee
Come, create within us a magic spell
Leave not Leucadian cliff for the sea
Instead your song the sea’s harshness to quell

If it is a failed love we can’t undo
Nor can our earnest love of you compare
Let our open arms provide you comfort
A chance to heal your illness of despair

There won’t be warmth on the sea’s frigid floor
Your lyre never to play another song
Stay, it is you that we so much adore
It is with us that you truly belong

Sappho it is our wish you didn’t abide
Preferring deep darkness of suicide

 

Article about the fate of Sappho

 

Lady in Gray, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lady in GrayLady in Gray, Sir Daniel McNee (1859)

Lady in Gray

Viewing you from a sizable distance
Coming closer I must apologize
My acute brashness to your appearance
But beauty as such you cannot disguise

Brazen surely, but I mean you no harm
Respecting the gold upon your finger
Your blue eyes tell the withholding of charm
If not imposing I wish to linger

The softness in the way you move your hand
Deftness is shown in every stitch you make
If could mend a broken heart would be grand
With your gentle touch quelling my heart ache

My now querying heart would leap with joy
To know that your ring is a mere decoy

 

A Mother’s Grief, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Mother's GriefExtreme Unction, Jakub Schikaneder (1897)

A Mother’s Grief, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

She stands there lifeless unable to cry
A heart so crushed it not wanting to beat
Refusing to say her final goodbye
To her child she visions as being sweet

Wishes was she to be put in the ground
But hears “Mother” from others’ needy call
Turns slowly in fear of seeing the mound
Finding no comfort from cold hardened wall

Lantern out, she sees in total darkness
Her little girl who’s afraid of the night
Reaching out but there’s nothing to caress
She cries into the pillow held so tight

From that bleak night years have now slowly passed
Undying love for her child still held fast