Alegoria Nadziei, Kazimierz Wojniakowski (1822)
Suffocation of Hope, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
All aimlessly talking with none to hear,
Laying baseless claims without any fear.
Willing to strike thy neighbor who is near,
No remorse not even a moral tear.
Brother to brother deeply divided.
The heart of many by cancer blighted.
Shortly hypocrisy to be knighted.
Yield way to evil gleefully boasted.
There must be a way of turning the tide.
Those chose to shepherd did nothing but lied,
Not to be found for in darkness they hide,
Yet asking their sheep by rules to abide.
Courage fell coming down perilous slope,
Is there a glint of light to give us hope?
Shy, Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema (1890)
Shy, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
My heart has captured an image of you,
From a distance such that you never knew.
Approaching closer to increase my view,
You vanished. In fault I failed to pursue.
Was searching for a diamond in the sand,
A love that ended before it began.
Still eager to follow my heart’s command,
Desirous to your heart my love remand.
If you be shy hasten not to take flight,
I will be gentle as a moon light night,
With letter of love to you that I write,
And bouquets of flowers placed in your sight.
To caress your softness under the stars,
For a love greater than Venus and Mars.
Przy Kawiarnianym Stoliku, Zygmunt Andrychiewicz (1891)
At a Coffee Table, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
You feed me love one teaspoon at a time,
Teasing as you would a boy with candy.
What you are doing to this heart of mine,
Pain I feel waiting the touch your beauty.
Crushing my heart with great skill you employ,
Shall this continue you will it destroy.
Tread gently for my heart is not a toy,
Be assured it is not what I enjoy.
Across we sit at this sturdy table,
Will gladly climb to you if I’m able,
To enrapture you my dearest angel,
Without any will of being baneful.
Patience is not one of my given traits,
We’d better leave before it is too late.
Girl in White, Alfred Henry Maurer (1901)
Girl in White, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
She stands unsteady in front of the doors,
Who is there she is not really sure.
Her thinking it be the one she adores,
But hesitates to be his paramour.
As so many it is love that she seeks,
It is not her choice to spend life as one.
Evidence must support what words he speaks,
Should he fail she will accept they are done.
Tonight she wears pure white for a reason,
Not to ensure that the day be brighten,
But to avoid any acts of treason.
Love will be o’er before it has begun.
She is within her right to remain strong.
Even if it’s love seeks to prolong
Landscape, Eugene Delacroix (c.1850)
Sand, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Standing looking at an ocean of sand.
From where standing it looks sterile and bland.
Kneeling down with it under my command,
Scooping up countless grains of it in hand.
With rhythm between each hand the sand is panned,
As if ruthless authoritarian.
Some grains lifelessly fell back to the land,
Was not intended to have them disband.
Examination not as I had planned.
Those still held is it likely to remand?
Better to be humanitarian,
To couch inside a feeling that is grand.
Now standing beginning to understand,
For each grain of sand this is their homeland.
Sovekammer, Vilhelm Hammershøi (1890)
The Empty Chair, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Why is there an empty chair by the bed?
Is there more than what’s already been said,
Of some awful thought which most surely dread,
The fact that someone is really dead.
Does not matter big or small, short or tall,
But sooner or later we all must fall.
Each will wear once the paltry saintly pall,
While the lofty choir sings a pastoral.
None should be eager for that final day,
But live life in the best possible way.
Dividing your time between love and play,
Yet never praying forever to stay.
Best that we can ask if our lives are good,
Lives are temporary is understood.
Rest, Vilhelm Hammershoi (1905)
Love’s Challenge, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
In this chair I sit not so far from you,
Almost able with fingers I could touch.
The softness of you is within my view,
O so eager to have you in my clutch.
Is it not better sitting face to face,
So the beauty of your eyes I may see,
And the allure of your face I may trace.
Is it possible my desire to be?
In this moment must my heart be content,
To wallow in memories made to share?
Do not know of any need to repent,
Nor wish your response be a silent stare.
Great love for you comes not without its cost,
All I’ll bear for without you I’d be lost.