Persephone Please Stay, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Prosperina (1870) Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Persephone Please Stay

The weak morning shadows mourn summer’s song,
While bedded flowers are gasping for breath.
Trees of many sorts start getting undressed.
With a cool breeze, their leaves glide to the ground
Making them unfinished crossword puzzles
Dwellers of their branches have taken flight
The canvas of brilliant emerald green
Now takes on the look of an aged billboard
The awe-inspiring purple meadow rue
Once the proud snacking place for countless bees
Stands, its seeds un-ceremonial fall
But shall surrender to prevailing winds
The soft subtle fragrance of new mown grass
That had calming affects is no longer
All that remains waits for the killing frost.
Which will sadly come on the day after
The beautiful Persephone departs

Squandered, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Man and A Woman, Edvard Munch (1898

Squandered

Everything in my power I did give
Whether it be of my time or treasure
For in my heart wished only you to live

Within my heart there wasn’t a vile motive
All that I gave wasn’t by any measure
Everything in my power I did give

There was no attempt to hold you captive
Being with you brought me greatest pleasure
For in my heart wished only you to live

Now I pay the price for being passive
Only now do I search for an answer
Everything in my power I did give

To understand I’m willing to forgive
Your happy future I wish to ensure
For in my heart wished only you to live

My words you may take as insensitive
If only again to be as we were
Everything in my power I did give
For in my heart wished only you to live

The Dead Tree and Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Dead Tree and Me

A salacious mind stymied by her smile.
Her relaxed pose says “Catch me if you dare.”
Her cunning eyes are enough to beguile.
Helpless, all I’m able to do is stare.

For both my feet are frozen in the sand.
Not able to make the desired advance.
I’m restrained by her odious command.
Wishing she’d release me to have a chance.

She appears eager from behind the tree
Its body bleached by the harsh torrid sun.
Is this her plan to have done unto me?
A game for her to have a day of fun.

She asked “Are you asking me for a date?”
So confused not knowing how to reply.
Not the right time for me to hesitate,
But I haven’t a feasible alibi.

Beady eyed vultures start to circle down.
She’s excited by the sight in the sky.
Stripped of all, wearing but a pensive frown.
Why is it for love of her must I die?

Melancholy Sunset, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Melancholy Sunset
The deep ocean is intense indigo.
There is a sleepy feeling that it casts.
In its stillness there is not an echo.
Sky and water are losing their contrasts.

Rhythmic song of water against the ship,
Makes my eyes close. I feel the summer breeze.
I can taste the salt on my lower lip,
While the gentle rocking puts me at ease.

The sails no longer search for any wind,
While seagulls are not to be seen or heard.
The moment appears so undisciplined,
As if not a thing is to be disturbed.

The orange sun now nearly out of sight,
Quietly kisses the ocean good night.