Sunset over the Sea, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sun Setting on the ShoreSunset over the Sea, William Pye (1900)

Sunset over the Sea, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dusk adds fine colors to sky of summer
Ferocious white capped waves bring on a chill
A setting sun removes ocean’s glimmer
Near water’s edge they place firewood with skill

With deftness of hand there soon will be heat
For they had done this countless times before
This night is strange, cannot accept defeat
Is this not the place they had called their shore

Maybe a new way was necessary
They restack the wood a different way
Flame was weak making them rather wary
Without affront a wave took all away

Motionlessly starring at each other
Each walked away without any anger

 

Lady in Gray, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Lady in GrayLady in Gray, Sir Daniel McNee (1859)

Lady in Gray

Viewing you from a sizable distance
Coming closer I must apologize
My acute brashness to your appearance
But beauty as such you cannot disguise

Brazen surely, but I mean you no harm
Respecting the gold upon your finger
Your blue eyes tell the withholding of charm
If not imposing I wish to linger

The softness in the way you move your hand
Deftness is shown in every stitch you make
If could mend a broken heart would be grand
With your gentle touch quelling my heart ache

My now querying heart would leap with joy
To know that your ring is a mere decoy

 

Fire Fancies, a Tanka poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Fire FanciesFire-Fancies, Arthur Hacker (c. 1890)

Fire Fancies

Consumed by your fire
Next to you creates desire
Magic in your touch
Having you deeply inside
I can feel you in my heart

Pleasant Dreams, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Pleasant DreamsPleasant Dreams, Emma Sandys (1876)

Pleasant Dreams

Holding thy love letter so tenderly
Closing my eyes so that thee I may see
Thou art here smiling majestically
Yet my heart aches for I’m not touching thee

Darkness has been my companion for hours
I have reread thy words less I forget
Those beautiful words of love that is ours
Under my pillow thy letter will set

Clutching my pillow as if it were true
My heart is not to be easily fooled
Thy scent on its pillowcase makes me blue
But touch thy letter desire refueled

Thy absence exciting thoughts can provide
Knowing that our hearts together are tied

 

What is Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

What is LoveStudy, at the Water’s Edge, Berthe Morisot (1864)

What is Love

Every waking moment thoughts are of you
Even into my dreams you softly creep
A feeling no eraser can undo
Tis you in this heart forever to keep

Matter not time of day I close these eyes
You are here with glow of a golden sun
To this heart you’ll always be a surprise
Exciting ways to keep this heart you’ve won

Your pulsing velvet breath upon my skin
Turns this heart into a foundry man’s fire
While my mind becomes lost in a tailspin
You build in me a volcanic desire

Oh what an amorphous life this would be
If there were not another day of we

 

La Boudeuse, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

La BoudeuseLa Boudeuse, Jean-Antoine Watteau (c. 1718)

La Boudeuse

Thou art beautiful my petite coquette
Prim and proper with many skills to tease
Attended finest schools for etiquette
But having no knowledge of how to please

Flirtatiousness doesn’t provide a defense
To protect thy young heart from tragedy
Thy words whispered are but a coy pretense
Speaking what’s in thy heart will set thee free

Let me caress thee with welcoming arms
That thou may eliminate this charade
Now quietly invoke thy loving charms
Assuredly thou beauty shall not fade

Looking into thy eyes to see thy soul
My heart now willing for thee to control

 

The Tender Kiss, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Tender KissImage manipulated by author

The Tender Kiss

She’s before me with impeccable smile
Her red lips softer than gossamer wings
Since touching their softness has been awhile
Just the sight of them pull at my heartstrings

With every inch moving closer to her
My heart pounds as if it’s a timpani
Each and every drop of blood starts to stir
Reaching intensity of a coulee

We are so close can feel the other’s heat
Our eyes now closing, creating darkness
Preparing for two pairs of lips to meet
An expression of love which is ceaseless

Weightlessness of touch our joined lips linger
We yield, I wish moment could be longer