Beached Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Krøyer P.S.-Summer_evening_on_Skagen's_Beach._Anna_Ancher_and_Marie_Krøyer_walking_together._-_Google_Art_Project

P.S. Krøyer – Summer evening on Skagen’s Beach (1893)

Beached Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The blue calmness of the water moves her,
To reverie in her heart’s deepest pit.
Empty it is, that echoes does she hear,
Drowning deeper than willing to admit.

Loss so great it causes her to tremble,
For she does not know any reason why,
But to her love it is surely baneful,
Feeling the pain a tear she did not cry.

Pain would be slight had not been so happy,
With dreams of many years to spend with him,
Planning of the day when they would be three,
At this present moment her life bedim.

Can this love die of a natural cause?
To this burning question she does give pause.

Flying Figure, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Burne-Jones, Edward, 1833-1898; Flying Figure

Edward Burne-Jones, Flying Figure (c. 1870)

 

Flying Figure, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

You’re there amongst the many clouds above,
Garments of white attended by the wind,
Journey set by a flock of turtledove,
Your hair following so undisciplined.

Fing’r pointing to you so others may see.
They looking to the sky and wonder why,
Why now you can only be seen by me.
My saneness must I quickly certify?

Kalos, so beautiful shall be your name.
You so plain I know to be an eido.
If penalty due, still I will acclaim,
For it is now the time for new credo.

What is flying away is liberty,
Without her what will be our destiny?

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Kalos, eido and credo as used here are Greek words.