A Kiss for a Silhouette, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Here I squirm in desperate solitude,
Moving an empty blue cup like a pawn.
Events in my mind I try to occlude,
So bleak is my heart, sorry to be born.
Here at our table our lives were entwined,
Never to part until the end of time.
Imperfect I am, but foolishly blind,
Not obey the way of this heart of mine.
What contrition must be waged to undo,
The egregiously wrong that has been done,
For my saneness cannot take “We are through.”
Save me from this choking cocoon I’ve spun.
Across the table with lips parted I will,
Lean into the dark to find yours still.
From past experience I think I can speak for much of the male population. We are not well prepared to handle the female psyche. You must remember that Psyche, was a Greek goddess who ruled over the human soul. So when we offend we will surely pay for our transgressions. Such is the case in this poem. I have picked on the brown tones used by Ron Hicks to make the point that all is not right here. Whether she is there or not he is not going to connect with the electricity of her lips. Soon I will return with another painting done by Ron Hicks where he paints a woman is a mega-watt power station and you will feel a different kind of beauty. Saying that I must explain the beauty that I see here. I see a deep investment in love, caring. Whether we see the young lady as a mirage of his or actually there look at her posture. It is not combative and yet not submissive. I feel her hurt. If she was angered her head would be erect. Yet she is not eager to accept his kiss as she is seated well into her comfort zone, sitting square on her seat. The beauty I see here; he is seeking her forgiveness and that is an important part of being in love.