Scream, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz


Scream, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Our decision made, it is very strong.
The date is marked so we will not forget.
Three months we will have to wait, shant be long.
They are the best, choice we will not regret.
Days go by, some are good and some I cry.
There are days where I barely leave my chair.
With pain so fierce dare not open an eye.
And who cares if I do not comb my hair.
The day is here and I am so afraid.
Fear the very worse, as I have no clue.
A man in a white coat comes to my aid.
Looks me in the eye, nothing he can do.
With uncombed hair here I sit in my chair,
Life will go on, should I bother to care.





Wind Chimes, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Wind Chimes, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Two chairs for years face the morning sunrise,
Yours to the right side and mind to the left.
Been that way since we made our paradise.
Right chair now empty my soul is bereft.
Since you parted last I have seen you not,
Eyes closed mind a tuned, swear I hear your voice.
Catch sound by shepherd crook put in to spot
with wind chime to it so I may rejoice.
Sit and wait for each little tingle sound,
Stirs my heart of memories in years passed,
And smiles on my face forever abound.
Never questioned how long love has lasted.
Soon chair on the left will be empty too,
But the wind chime will sing my love for you.


Today’s painting was created by Wendy Webster Good from Kennebunkport, Maine.  Don’t think we need any explanation on this poem for it is a simple love poem about two lovers who have spent many happy years together but as nature would have it one has to go first. But the love is still out there in the wind which can be heard in a simple wind chime.

Wendy’s Website





Love of a Mariner, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

*oil on canvas
*76 x 101.5 cm
*signed b.r.: JW.WATERHOUSE

Love of a Mariner, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
There is nothing better than have you near,
Talk of nothing just listen to the wind,
Play beautiful love songs in to our ears,
No other sounds be allowed to prescind.
This is my choice yet ’tis not always true.
Your eyes are clear but focus they are not.
Born green and at times I look they are blue.
It grieves me to see you tight as a knot.
Today a good wind is filling the sail,
The yeomen at stern reels in the anchor.
If the song be silent do not bewail,
Should you flee from me will be no rancor.
For to love is a feeling to be free,
To shackle you at my will can’t be.


This is another John William Waterhouse painting. I have no idea what possessed him to paint two versions of Miranda.  The first done in 1875 was titled just that Miranda.  However, in 1916 he titled it Miranda – The Tempest.  Taking a subject and doing more than one painting was not uncommon for Waterhouse.  In the 1875 version shown above is so serene a place where lover might go just to listen to the wind and the wave make music while they embraced each other.  But if your lover is a mariner, the wind and the tide can ruin a courtship.



Psyche Opening the Golden Box, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


Psyche Opening the Golden Box, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Oh Psyche is this love that so ails me?
So difficult for love is a feeling.
First I must study outward signs showing.
At times you appear to be so happy,
While others so sad I want not to see,
‘Twas today so afraid was alarming,
Within hour was surprised so disarming,
Your behavior shows no consistency.

What I observed is human emotions.
Not visible to me is your feeling.
Love can cause this visible commotions.
What you must understand is your longing.
Love creates for each, unique conditions.
It is Love with feeling of belonging.


Here I return to a painting by John William Waterhouse entitled Psyche Opening the Golden Box, done in 1903. Originally I was going to use Pandora, because of the story content; however, the love story between Psyche and Cupid offered me an opportunity to give a partial view of my thoughts and understanding of the most complex human feeling – love. I am not the speaker. It may be Psyche trying to answer her own question. It must be remembered that Psyche was human, subject to its frailties. But the speaker is not relevant to the point of this poem. I use the Petrarchan sonnet here to show the six basic human emotions of happy, sad, afraid, surprised, angry and disgusted, which was not included because some studies link it with angry. I did come across one study that combined afraid and surprised. Whether you look at 4 or 6 we are looking at overt facial expressions. What we cannot see are people’s feelings. What we say to them, even how we say it can hurt both of the receiver and the sender. It may not invoke emotion from the receiver but may have a deep everlasting feeling. Case in point. I once called my grandmother who I love dearly a Witch. That was over 60 years ago and I still feel the pain in my heart. She showed no emotions. But I know she was deeply hurt.
Even when you have a deep everlasting feeling of love for someone that loved one can bring out all of the human emotions I have listed about. That does not mean that it will weaken that love. Emotions in my thinking are temporary. How long does happy last when you buy a new pair of shoes.
Love creates unique situations, not all love pairings are the same, so there cannot be any general theory on love. But for sure there is one characteristic shared by those who are in love. They find a place in their heart for that special person. A special warning: Love can cause scar tissue in your heart.
Please note and you can check my past writing. I will never use the phrase “true love.” Can I be in the state of “false love?” Or maybe I am in a state of “unlove.” You are either in love or not in love. Love is like a candle it is lit or not. Nor will we confuse infatuation with love.




In the Heart of Words, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

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In the Heart of Words

The candle next to our bed is my heart.
Its flame is the love that I have for you.
Place your hand above, feel my love how hot,
Forever the flame burns I shall be true.

Feels like forever since I have been there,
To caress your naked body with mine,
My fingers spread to hold your silken hair,
And my tongue your open lips examine.

It is my guess that it is near that hour,
Where you meticulously bath with oil.
Closed are my eyes your scent I will devour.
Be gone anyone who would this dream spoil.

Hard to believe home but within an hour.
Save me some hot water for my shower.


This is a simple love poem. The candle is a heart and the flame represent the burning love that a man expresses for his wife.  He does however offer a warning, not a threat. He is cautious and wants to make sure that the flame continues to run hot.  It appears that his whole day has been consumed thinking about her.  Maybe he just went to work or even less.  If they life out in the country he could have just went out for milk.

The painting Au Coeur des Mots is done by Canadian painter Emmamuel Garant

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Lovers Key, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz


Lovers Key, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Looked to western sky and assessed the clouds.
Will be good night to be at Lovers Key.
Clouds of lofted layered lacy light shrouds,
Will play tricks with the light for all to see.

Tis joyous walk from lot to water’s edge,
With dolphins jostling as if recess time.
I list’n to the birds in the sea grape hedge.
My fav’rite the egret acts like a mime.

Chair secured the show about to begin.
Helios moves toward the horizon.
Get to feel the world at its origin.
For these colors Helios pulled Azon.

Melancholy I get after each show.
Available for next show? I don’t know.


Lovers Key is a Florida state park. It fails for many as being a tourist spot and for me that is just fine.  From the parking lot to the water’s edge my guess is that it is close to three quarters of a mile.  Being one who walks with the assistance of a cane there are many rest stops along the way.  Each being a pleasure to visit with nature; to see, to hear, to feel, to smell.  And if you have sat long enough touch your tongue to your arm and taste nature.

This simple poem speaks for itself.  The beauty in the sunset is the mixture of the clouds. Without them there is just a ball of fire falling off the cliff.  Helios, the sun god does this event every evening, but with the aid of clouds each night is different.  Some are spectacular, as the night I write about.  It one point it felt like the Big Bang with so much light radiating through the thinly layered clouds.  Helios was pulling the first smart bomb rather than the sun that evening.

It is a ritual that I watch the Florida sunset.  Each one is bitter sweet.  The sunshine of the day spent with friends has been joyous.  But now the day is ending and I do not have an infinite number of them.  Never know when I have seen my last.



The Bridesmaid, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz


The Bridesmaid, Robert Sieczkiewicz

You now a bridesmaid, soon to be the bride.
Eyes piercing beyond the present moment,
Cannot see that we shall be side by side,
As I on one knee propose engagement.

Your next pass will be the last, number nine.
Cease your stare and look across for I’m here.
A heart that has yearn to have you as mine.
It is faith that brings us near, have no fear.

Finally our eyes join, the truth confirmed.
Knees unsteady to you I venture near.
Starting a tomorrow that was once dreamed,
With hand extended to you with some fear.

Heart did smile at your acceptance to dance,
As your eyes glitter a sign of romance.


John Everett Millais did this painting at the tender age of 21. Like most men of that age he had love, sex and possibly marriage on his mind.  I wrote the poem as if Millais was the speaker.  He understands that she is in a virtual trance as she counts the number of times she passes the piece of wedding cake through the bride’s wedding ring.  It is folk lore that in passing that piece of cake through the ring nine times she would get a vision of her true love.  The speaker isn’t taking any changes.  He is counting with her.  And at nine he will jump into the scene.

There is much more about the possibility of religious symbols as well as a phallic symbols in the painting.  There is  even questioning if this is a reflection of her in a mirror or if she exists at all.  I chose an upbeat road on this.  And, the model, yes it is Elizabeth Siddal.  We could spend months on her life.