Escape, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Shishkin Ivan In the Wild NightIn the Wild Night, Ivan Ivanovich Shishkin (n.d.)

Escape, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Frozen white covers tasty green this day,
It is the time for me to break away.
Not be my choice to spend another day,
Preferring the greens when I’m out to play.

Never a fan of Currier and Ives,
Although they graced the homes of many lives.
From white nights I’m one of the fugitives,
Preferring to avoid the negatives.

Here oh so happy in the warmth of green,
Have liberally applied my sunscreen.
Hate to speak using words so mean,
But tonight shall dine in outdoor cuisine.

Deck your every hall with boughs of holly,
Here I’ll be walking sands oh so jolly.

Man at the Door, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Mauer Alfred Henry Man-at-the-Door-2

Man at the Door, Alfred Henry Mauer (n.d.)

Man at the Door, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

With black spot so deep my heart melts away.
Rigid in posture just another day.
Frozen tongue with nothing of worth to say.
This day the sun with its new shade of gray.

No matter how I push with all my might.
Unknown reason can’t seem to get it right.
To open the door and escape my plight.
Your vision is forever in my sight.

Were it possible to relive the past.
Could I somehow be changed to make it last.
Must be able to grasp our time as passed.
This abyss between us is now too vast.

People constantly change during their lives,
There are those likely to vary their strides.