Inger by the Window, Edvard Munch (1892)
By the Window
Breathe deeply so you can hear it enter.
Soft invigorating wind on its way.
A mixture of sweet grass and salt water,
Twisting and turning, dancing a ballet.
Precious in scent as it comes in but May,
With calm winds coming off the bright blue sea,
And the frolicking grass yet become hay.
Come quickly! From this window we must flee.
Naked toes shall mix in the grass and sand.
Collecting shells as proof of memories.
Now slowly walking back with hand in hand,
With enormous grins each other’s we squeeze.
Oh, the simply joys we visit in life
Giving us special moments from its strife.
Portraits of Lorna and Dorothy Bell, Sir James Jebusa Shannon (c. 1904)
Twilight and Day, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Tender message of light does Twilight bring
Providing help lifting the sleeping fog
Gently coaxing the morning birds to sing
Rousting me up for I sleep as a log
Twilight you are a joy but must make way
Sun now of full view in the eastern sky
A bright sign welcoming your sister Day
Those colors of beauty she’ll amplify
Day is your brightness that helps flowers grow
Providing light for me to get things done
In the winter to melt ice and snow
Day you now end just as you had begun
The sun falls in the west yielding to Night
A silent time to put thoughts in order
For hours I shall rest waiting for Twilight
Until she touches my eyes shall not stir
Tea Leaves, Edward McGregor Paxton (1909)
The cup a symbol of her life, empty
She seeks someone deeper than just a friend
Always ever eager to down her tea
To find whatever new news leaves may send
Soon to be without a new tea to seek
Been told Earl Grey provides desired news
Swirled her cup the proper times, afraid to peek
Thinks be better to visit the church pews
Each Sunday she prayed as hard as she could
Not bashful to ask to become a wife
Wondered if her message misunderstood
Was she to be single all of her life
Sunday last felt a tap on her shoulder
Gentleman asked “could you slide over please”
After prayer she could not be bolder
No longer will she be reading tea leaves
Jozsef Rippi-Ronai, Pensive Woman with Vase of Flowers (1896)
Feelings, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Take my dare and climb inside, read my mind.
Be forewarned there will be no lexicon,
No claim will be made that you are purblind,
Yet there is no ready catholicon.
Feelings cannot be tucked away from view,
No image be drawn of happy or sad,
Words or images are not in a queue,
Therefore no need for a pencil and pad.
Close your eyes tightly and attempt to see,
A feeling inside that currently be.
Is dark as darkest night you will agree,
Until you conjure up a memory.
And what feeling when the image be me?
My fondest hope is I make you happy!