Windy Knob, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Windy KnobWindy Knob, Greg Sieczkiewicz (2018)

Windy Knob, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Night is now being chased into the past
No signs of hurry to get underway
Tis a time I wish would forever last
Calmness allows my mind to slowly stray

Pure is my vision of new fallen snow
Landscape of white uncomplicated sight
At ease staring at its unsullied glow
Providing no reason to be contrite

Reality tells this moment won’t last
The sun shall slip higher into the sky
Pairs of eyes of many will be amassed
With their loving kisses they shall not shy

Life at Windy Knob is sight to behold
With children untrammeled out in the cold

 

 

 

The Room, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Room, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

No memories on my bedroom walls hung
No windows to let in the morning sun
No clothes of mine to be carelessly flung
No purpose for appearance of homespun

Choosing an abstemious way of life
Considered not to be a penalty
As not being joined to a faithful wife
Giving opportunity to be free

For it is what goes on inside my head
Avoiding distractions as best I can
By a suspicious doctrine to be lead
Understanding where miracles began

Started with the wonder of Abraham
But now living miracles of the Lamb

 

Blue Rain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Blue RainImage created by author

Blue Rain, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

When needed sleep finally does arrive
I dream in blue with eager thoughts of you
Reaching out, touching you, you’re so alive
Morning comes to reminds me what is true

There are always questions about my day
Fighting the blue loneliness since you left
Begging, pleading you would forever stay
Stealing my willing heart the greatest theft

Time for walking in the pouring blue rain
Searching for you, wherever you may be
Every step taken is a goring pain
Knowing not again your beauty to see

When needed sleep finally does arrive
I dream in blue with eager thoughts of you
Reaching out, touching you, you’re so alive
Morning comes to reminds me what is true

 

The Love Missive, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

z-Carl Herpfer The love missive 1875The Love Missive, Carl Herpfer (1875)

The Love Missive, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Can I your lover and provider be?
Giving one at the expense of other
To both equally cannot do ably
But for you efforts willing to alter

Final decision being of your choice
All these trappings shall we readily leave
It is now I must clearly hear your voice
Must be the one which you truly believe

It is continued silence gives me pause
That it is I, the decision will make
Shall be given rightfully on just cause
As of now there’s to be a total break

Go to waiting arms of whose letters sent
To me you are not required to repent

 

The Confession, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dicksee-The ConfessionThe Confession, Frank Dicksee (1898)

The Confession, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Oh how I anguish over love of thee
I fear can’t see thou any other way
When I see thee am I to quickly flee
No my heart with thee will forever stay

Can I coral thee to a gathering arm
Turning and offering a cheek to kiss
To think our touching is doing no harm
Believing such I’d surely be remiss

There’s an aching desire with thee to lay
To have our wanton flesh meld into one
Doing all proving not a game I play
Then fearing penalty for what I’ve done

Am I the fool thinking a love to be
Or will it take Moses to part the sea