Two Human Beings, Edvard Munch (1896)
Love or Loneliness
Which am I to choose?
Each providing great rewards.
Either way I lose!
If love be my fate,
I must share with another.
All else needs to wait!
If art is my life,
My mind free to ever roam.
Loneliness is rife!
Both have equal urge.
Love and art can’t coexist.
One I must now purge!
Art to be my choice.
Love can be ephemeral,
While art gives me voice!
Evening Talk, Edvard Munch (1889)
Even in the daylight there is darkness
The heavy leaded shield that hides the heart
Not allowing in loving tenderness
Suffocating any flame that may start
A woeful choice to request such a life
Forever absent of a human touch
The ever presence of deafening strife
Keeping a distance, avoiding a clutch
But why should one accept such drudgery
To wait for the day you are in a grave
Being lonely for an eternity
If only with a loving heart you gave
Resisting all love will not set you free
Instead, makes you a slave to hollowness
Thinking you are taking life so bravely
Your thinking is filled with much foolishness
The Still Tree
The nearly level sea so deadly still
As is the tree before me has no will
My mindless thoughts too are still and weary
I study the tree my eyes get dreary
With my eyes wide opened you are not there
Closed them tightly at your beauty I stare
There is brightness but there’s no moon or sun
Standing before me you’re the only one
Why behind the barren tree do you stand
It’s wistfully in the infertile sand
The tree of life it was longing to be
Is it to be a tale of woe for me
Speak much louder so that you I may hear
Your deep silence is what I truly fear
Will the next time you come for me to see
It is I who will be just like this tree
Dance of Life, Edvard Munch (1900)
Dance of Life
Never thought you would ever feel this way
To be alone, thinking it’s to be free
Your confused heart I wish to gently sway
Removing any reason you should flee
To be alone soon turns to loneliness
From the absence of tender loving touch
Showing understanding with a caress
A warming kiss of caring very much
Mental walls in your life start closing in
Trapped within the deep darkness of your soul
A precious life begins a downward spin
Where your mourning ends and death reaps its toll
So come dance with me and make a new life
Together we’ll chase away clouds of gray
Together our loud laughter will be rife
Oh how I wish that you’ll forever stay
Room Filled with Memories
The setting sun like a Christmas shopper
Elbowed its way through the grimy window
Filtered through gray swirls of cigarette smoke
Coming to rest on his crusty old face
Darted with numerous porcupine quills
Staring aimlessly at his headless beer
Giving it a quarter turn lifted it
To his chattering calloused puffy lips
His dewlap swings on cue with each guzzle
After three swings he closes his left eye
With spindle fingers aims for the sweat ring
Acting like the bombardier he once was
He has now had his limit for the day
Sliding slowly off his rickety chair
Making sure both feet were square on the floor
Tipping his cap he staggered to the door
The Farewell, James Tissot (1871)
This iron fence may as well be my cell
Cannot get closer to you if I may
Dare not to think this may be our farewell
Given but a single choice here I’d stay
The night’s wispy breeze has carried your scent
Of a new blossomed rose in early June
Not to get closer causes me torment
Such a distance like I am on the moon
Come closer so my hungry lips may touch
Silky softness made in heaven above
Come closer that your body I may clutch
To whisper words to you of my great love
Eternity will pass ’til the morrow
Till then my heart will be filled with sorrow
Visit to Loneliness, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Today is just another yesterday,
The morrow is to be the very same.
It is for exemption for which I pray.
In my heart is a desire of a flame.
Requesting such a gain there be no shame,
For happiness is love of another.
Seek a new life is to be my druther.
To find love is a great aspiration,
As there is not light to show me the way.
Better be found than the consolation,
Of loneliness which leads to my dismay.
On the chair I sit, mind starting to stray.
Dreaming of a great love yet to be found,
Praying it to be prior to the ground.
Painting is: Gotthardt Johann Kuehl, Der Besuch (c 1900)