Resting, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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John Singer Sargent, Resting (1875)

 

Resting, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Smell of hay is sweet, your nose it tickles.
Rest your body, so intoxicating,
Just within mere moments, your mind it lulls.
To a strange land to find a love missing.

Sound of a galloping horse fills her ears.
Still as a stone she doesn’t open her eyes.
Then the sudden silence increased her fears.
Boots crushing glass she could feel her demise.

Heavy deep breathing, how horrid she feels,
A heavy weight was next between her breasts.
She is now afraid of what next he steals,
Vowing that she won’t be one of his quests.

Cool water on her brow was disarming,
Opening her eyes she meets Prince Charming.

A Reverie during the Ball, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Rogelio de Egusquiza, A reverie during the ball (1879)

 

A Reverie during the Ball, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Oh! I swoon from his ever gentle touch,
His soft words of love met no resistance.
My melting heart in his hand he did clutch.
He pulled me close so close in every dance.

Now musing of all the words that he said,
Is this real or infatuation.
Will he be the one that I choose to wed?
On my finger his ring I emblazon?

The stardust before me impedes my view,
As I am eager to have him touch me,
In carnal ways this body never knew,
To quell this desire set no boundary.

A firestorm is burning within me now,
But in the morn will love we reavow?

 

 

 

 

Love’s Daydream End, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Love’s Daydream End, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Can there ever be another like you,
Who can make me happy when I’m so blue,
Whose heart was meant for me ev’r to be true,
Love so tend’r my heart wishes to renew.

Two linked hearts carved into this rugged tree,
Our joined love was meant forever to be,
Filled to overflowing with laugh and glee.
I reach for you but there is only me.

Only you who can fix this broken heart.
Tis my hope that you have forgot me not,
To meet here once again for a new start,
With my solemn promise never to part.

Love cannot be of one, but hearts of two,
Being ev’r true lest have one bid adieu.

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Painting by: Marcus Stone, Love’s Daydream End (c. 1880)