The Mystery of a Summer Night, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Mystery of a Summer NightThe Mystery of a Summer Night, Edvard Munch (1892)

The Mystery of a Summer Night

In the sense of time it wasn’t long ago
That I stood tall casting billowing shade
A place where some would rest to see the sea
But like tired humans I began to fail

At a point in time my leaves became less
The winter winds tortured my sagging arms
Causing a never ending strain and pain
Finally there’s no golden leaves to fall

Still standing the wind continued its war
Little by little tore away my skin
Naked I’m a violin to the wind
Creating soft sounds as the she flies through

Then came the horror of menacing roar
With its hungry teeth the saw cut me down
What remains is a comfortable seat
For visitors to watch the setting sun

But willingly I have left so much more
Having sent my roots in all directions
Traveling far they are my legacy
Holding the soil together with arms

Allegory of Pop Corn, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Allegory of PopcornImpressionism, Popcorn by the author

Allegory of Pop Corn, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

All the kernels were guaranteed I’m told
Not a reject to be found in the bunch
Everyone surely to be big and bold
Hurriedly took them home to try at lunch

Into the large skillet placed them so neat
Moved them around so each had its own space
All comfortable I turned up the heat
Will there be a winner in this big race

Was not long before there was sound of steam
Soon were popping like the sound of a gun
Moment of quiet then a final scream
Shut off the heat, thinking they will be done

The puffy ones I quickly threw them out
They are not the type I am looking for
None left in the skillet, was quite a rout
I will not go to the place as before

 

Lady in a Boat, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Albert_Edelfelt_-_Lady in a boat (1886)Albert Edelfelt, Lady in a boat (1886)

Lady in a Boat

Nary a sound, air remains deathly still
Here I am with varying thoughts afloat
Not sure if I am here against my will
Without knowing be this a tomb or boat

Not tethered any way to nearby shore
Drifting aimlessly to I don’t know where
Is obvious that I have not an oar
But yet not willing to claim my despair

Were I to scream is there anyone near
Then comes darkness without having a light
Skin is damp a sign of impending fear
Wondering if this be my final night

As if by lightning was struck by a whim
My clothes and I parted went for a swim

 

Allegory of a Tree, a poem by Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Aagaard Carl Frederik - Wintery Landscape with a StreamWinter Scene with a Stream, Carl Frederik Aagaard (n.d.)

Allegory of a Tree, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Is this to be the year of my demise?
If to be asked would have it otherwise.
Gravity pulls hard but yet to capsize.
Not ready to say my final goodbyes.

Was not so long ago stood straight and tall.
Decades of buffeting, withstood it all.
Even angry attacks by vicious maul.
Through it all encountered refused to fall.

Who will be the judge to decide my fate?
Be aware that yet to be deadweight.
Coming of spring leaves I will generate.
Think it best if we just sit still and wait.

To make a judgement by a single view,
It does not really speak well of you.