On the Boardwalk
She stands there staring motionless,
As a mannequin in the store.
The wind blowing against her dress,
Her hair like waves against the shore.
Her neck is fully stretched upward,
With her softness shown to the sun,
While her lips formed to say a word,
An expression without burden.
Wondering if she is aware,
That I stare at her pensively,
Or maybe she does but doesn’t care,
That I’m drinking in her beauty.
More intoxicating than wine,
Making my mind begin to sway.
Deep in dreams that she could be mine,
But she smiles, turns and walks away.
Such a gutless buffoon am I!
Nothing but a straw filled lion,
Lacking courage to even try.
This is why my life’s so barren!
Breaking Waves, William Trost Richards (1899)
Palm trees with extended arms wave us on,
As if they are long lost friends we’re to meet.
Sandals in hand we dash across chiffon,
Feeling the welcomed warmth beneath our feet.
Throngs of seagulls welcome us to the shore,
As they fly by looking what is for lunch.
The high rolling waves yelling out their roar,
A gift of new shells they leave in a bunch.
Sun dipped offshore breezes apply calmness,
For the moment making woes go away.
Gladness is invoked as the day passes,
Smiles show we would have it no other way.
The sun and clouds create quite a display,
Sliding softly off the edge of the sea,
Signaling the sad ending of the day,
But the moon above says there’s more to be.
Cristina I, Pietro Annigoni (1967)
Magnetically frozen in my place,
I’m allured by the stillness of your face.
The electricity of your being,
Producing in me a calming feeling.
Who are you who has captivated me?
Holding my heart hostage with your beauty,
Before you have spoken a single word,
Confusing every thought making them blurred.
A vain attempt to understand your mood
Are you reminiscing of being wooed
Or of deeper thoughts more devotional
Surely you grasp at an intangible
Filled with desire to gain your attention
But timidly fearing your reaction
Continue to stand as a mannequin
Drinking in your beauty the best I can
Sensing that you do not know I am near
But to move a foot closer do I fear
I paint a picture of you in my heart
And with great sadness I turn to depart
Reading, Leopold Franz Kowalsky (c. 1900)
My way to you is a carpet of green
You upon it making my view serene
A gentle face greets me that is pristine
That is the most beautiful to be seen
Parting pages, returning to your book
Taking on a pretending childish look
Pure as the water of a babbling brook
This hankering heart you easily shook
Studying you intently, I respire
Each passing moment increasing desire
Your sudden attention I now require
Without your tenderness I’ll soon expire
On the lush green grass we now softly roll
An undying love for you I extol
The Tree of Forgiveness, Edward Burne-Jones (1882)
Demophoön and Phyllis, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Pledged to return as thee sailed with the wind
Daily watch the tides waiting thy return
My love for thee promised not to rescind
A lonely heart for thy caress does yearn
Now a hemlock brew do I quickly drink
To rid my heart of a tremendous pain
No mental strength to balance on the brink
Chain I cut, yet love of thee will remain
Have taken pity for my foolish deed
The Gods have now returned me as a tree
It is with your touch that I shall be freed
To again give unfettered love to thee
Fear not confusing words, caress me now
To seal our love expressed in earnest vow
Le lilas blanc, Jean-François Portaels (n.d.)
The White Lilacs
The lushness of the early morning air
Breathing, filling lungs with scent of lilac
Into the shadowed lilac grove I stare
A vision of perfect beauty stares back
In my chest beats a golden tympani
As the sun seeks out her flawless beauty
With a smile a lilac she offers me
So close to her I turn into putty
Reaching out to gently touch her soft face
Studying the wetness of perfect lips
With a hungry eagle’s eyes I slowly trace
Her lips of dew I do take in small sips
She now accepts me in total embrace
There isn’t desire to leave our loving place