La Femme Fatale, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

La Femme Fatale2Separation, Edvard Munch (1896)

La Femme Fatale

Without seeing I feel you are luscious
The thought of you puts my heart in peril
When you are ever too close I’m breathless

Your enthralling scent sending me senseless
An awful pain at the highest level
Without seeing I feel you are luscious

Feelings sent I receive are precocious
But mine in return more than venial
When you are ever too close I’m breathless

My quaking a sign of being anxious
Though painful it is also wonderful
Without seeing I feel you are luscious

Hurt so hard to be nearly unconscious
Fool to think this feeling beneficial
When you are ever too close I’m breathless

My thoughts of you have now left me speechless
Overpowered by you I’m a cripple
Without seeing I feel you are luscious
When you are ever too close I’m breathless

 

The Day After, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Munch Edvard-The Day After (c1895)The Day After, Edvard Munch (c. 1895)

The Day After, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Here am I laying idle on my bed,
Wond’r what is going on inside my head.
Should be up doing things I always dread.
Will lazily linger awhile instead.

Having real trouble with what I’ve read.
Extremely troubling thoughts it did embed.
Thinking that down the wrong path I am led.
Somehow very soon these thoughts I must shed.

Not logical for myself to behead.
Now I hold tightly to a single thread.
Is it true, to a fool I soon be wed?
Am I the fool listening to what is said?

Dangerous to heed the gossip they spread,
All of this talk has made my face blood-red.