Category Archives: Finding Beauty

The world is filled with beauty. All we need to do is give it our attention and we will be the better for it. Stress is a killer and through the appreciation of beauty stress can be reduced. Beauty equals Life.

In the Conservatory, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Edouard Manet, Dans la Serre (1879)

 

In the Conservatory, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

In his heart shall I drive my parasol?
His bourgeois attitude is so arcane,
No longer will I be within his thrall,
I have the tools, his desires to restrain.

Our golden wedding bands are now empty,
Sign of a union now they are apart.
I’m more than happy to accept his plea,
To start to rekindle my hardened heart.

You remain the only man in my life,
Not looking to be another’s chattel.
I desire to be your partner, your wife,
To let my heart be your only castle.

You should avoid title interloper,
And to return to being my lover.

 

 

Above the Clouds at Sunrise, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Frederic Edwin Church, Above the Clouds at Sunrise (1849)

 

Above the Clouds at Sunrise, Robert Sieczkiewicz

Yesterday I climbed a mountain so high,
To see the valley below at sunrise.
Had no name so now it is Mount Sinai.
Woke today to be greeted by surprise.

Was in Heaven for I’m above the clouds.
The glow, was it the sun or was it He?
Again looking down I see all the shrouds.
Yelled so loud, hoping someone answers me.

A touch of hallowed calmness did I feel.
Felt my face, it appeared to be real.
Looked at my hands, steady, nerves were of steel.
Wrapped in confidence was now full of zeal.

Now I know, my human life has ended,
And now with Him I am, Oh how splendid.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flying Figure, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Edward Burne-Jones, Flying Figure (c. 1870)

 

Flying Figure, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

You’re there amongst the many clouds above,
Garments of white attended by the wind,
Journey set by a flock of turtledove,
Your hair following so undisciplined.

Fing’r pointing to you so others may see.
They looking to the sky and wonder why,
Why now you can only be seen by me.
My saneness must I quickly certify?

Kalos, so beautiful shall be your name.
You so plain I know to be an eido.
If penalty due, still I will acclaim,
For it is now the time for new credo.

What is flying away is liberty,
Without her what will be our destiny?

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Kalos, eido and credo as used here are Greek words.

Woman Walking on a Forest Trail, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Vasily Polenov, Woman Walking on a Forest Trail (1883)

 

Woman Walking on a Forest Trail, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

With bible in hand I will make my stand,
Against those who question God’s love and might.
He who may cease a life at His command,
Or give us the peace of this wondrous site.

His temple is beyond a house of stone,
It is here where my mind can hear His word.
I feel his presence though he has no throne,
It is here where my hungry heart is stirred.

Listen to the music, the sounds of joy,
Neither drums and horns nor strings can be heard,
Is smallest of creatures He does employ.
Come stand with me, your mind will be altered.

Surely this can’t be of human design,
Or random event, this place is Divine!

 

 

 

 

 

The Love Song, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Burne-Jones Edward-The Love Song (1878)

Edward Brune-Jones, The Love Song (1878)

 

The Love Song, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

In the bower at twilight listening:
Listening to songs of your great beauty.
I close my eyes and do see you singing,
The music, don’t stop is my anxious plea.

Sing to me my beautiful nightingale,
Sing the words of our love that touch my heart,
Those which bring me to my knees ever frail.
Though we are apart your songs do impart.

Soon together again, to hear your voice,
My adoring eyes shall be opened wide,
Being rapturous that I was your choice,
And that forever you shall be my bride.

May we never again asunder be.
If to be, your love song will comfort me.