I Have, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

I Have

I Have

Forever a picture is in my mind,
One of such loveliness hard to explain,
But be assured it can only be thine,
For only you can instill so such pain.

We happily played creating much joy.
When parting it was with a warm embrace,
And a sweet kiss you did gently deploy,
Making my wanting heart flutter and race.

Foolish me, thinking you heart I had won,
For I created a vision of you,
Of me ever being your only one.
Knowing now that my dream to be untrue!

Days spent lamenting of what cannot be,
But my dreams are still filled with you and me.

Beauty Greater than Venus, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Beauty Greater than Venus

Beauty Greater than Venus

It was just the early side of midnight
A spot of light was captured by my eye
Appeared to be dancing with great delight
Inquisitive me needed to know why

Pushed and was pushed through the constellation
Never once did my eye lose its focus
The closer I came its light was a sun
With such a lush beauty that is boundless

Her gravity pulls me in her orbit
Always in position to see her face
Greater than Venus did she exhibit
My weakened heart she did quickly encase

Love knows not a certain distant or pace
Can capture your heart in the strangest place

Droplets, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

DropletsDark Angel Tears, D. Sharon Pruitt (2010)

Droplets

The sun sneaks through, the thinly covered trees,
Forming mosaics, on the carpet grass.
Wonder if they could be read like tea leaves,
Placed in a gigantic kaleidoscope,
As an aid for finding answers to life?

On my favorite outdoor glass table,
I scattered the morning’s bright diamond dew.
Vaporizing in nearly an instant.
With apple and knife in hands, I rested
On a bench marveling the choice I made

Saw alternative world under the glass
As a flattened two dimensional world
Behind the glass life was very fluid
Fidgeting with no apparent pattern
But signs similar to the world above

Droplets of moisture tend to congregate
Forming small moisture pools of countless shapes
With some unknown dynamic force these pools
Get larger, larger to a tipping point
Suddenly, part of it falls to the ground

Many pools let loose their vitality
Now life into the pools are diminished
Leaving droplets of diminutive size
Without much drama they all disappear
And I get back to my red ripe apple

Two Young Hearts, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Two Young Hearts
Photo credit: Deviantart.net

Two Young Hearts

My crucible poured molten love for you,
Into a form known as infinity.
Each past day a little forging took place,
With embracing moments and warm kisses.

There have been some challenges to its shape,
With weeping and anger along the way.
Once a crack so deep raggedly appeared,
We hammered together to force it out.

Through many years final shape has been made.
Its tender smoothness so bright that it glows.
Looking back shows it took enormous work,
To shape two young loving hearts into one.

Together now we watch the setting sun
Thinking back to when we had just begun
If life but just a game we surely won
For it’s a wonderful love we have spun

Summer Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

 

Summer LoveElena en la Playa, Biarritz, Joaquin Sorolla y Bastida (1906)

Summer Love

In my hand I hold a rose fully spent,
No more memories of its pleasant scent.
Each petal picked I toss into the sea,
But to have a wave return them to me.

They now cluster in the pure virgin sand,
Making me think of when our love began.
Many roses glowing in the sunshine.
You cut a soft one saying it was mine.

Its velvety feeling I held so close,
Reacting to one of Cupid’s arrows.
Giving thanks to you with a longing kiss,
Now all that I can do is reminisce.

There is a change in the cool autumn air,
The wind captures the petals as I stare.
Our summer love has now gone astray,
But for a while in my heart you will stay.