Love or Loneliness, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Two Human BeingsTwo 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!

A Vow to Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Vow to LoveA Vow to Love, Jean-Honoré Fragonard (c. 1780)

A Vow to Love

Like the wave that crashes against the rock,
Shattered in uncountable directions,
My heart is destroyed by the crushing shock.
Motionless and dark as ocean canyons.

Questioning how this could really be,
This painful loneliness that churns inside,
Has unmercifully enveloped me.
All feelings fled with the outgoing tide.

My heart is floating on the endless sea,
Being tossed about by the ceaseless wind.
A bottle that is lifeless and empty,
Savagely from a love it is exscind.

Will I and my lost heart soon reunite,
Pumping blood at such a furious pace,
Feeding the roaring fire that did ignite,
And to help me, loneliness to erase.

A vow to love I shall willingly make,
Never again to follow foolish pride,
That can only cause another heartache.
It is but love that I want at my side.

At the Roulette Table, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

RouletteAt the Roulette Table in Monte Carlo, Edvard Munch (1892)

At the Roulette Table

For all, life is but a game of roulette
Every decision we make is a chance
Sometimes we’re hesitant to place a bet
Especially when it comes to romance

With every spin the outcome is unknown
Romance is always a game of what-if
Often the choice made by testosterone
That easily points to the nearest cliff

But what if we only stand by and watch
To smile gleefully at others’ great joy
Thinking of the chances, theirs we could match
Or the opposite, us, it could destroy

It’s now time to place our bet, red or black
Quick, once placed there will be no turning back

The Brooch, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The BroochThe Brooch, Edvard Munch (1903)

The Brooch

A gift for you I wish to find
One that is beautiful as you are.
But I could travel around the earth
And only have what is second best.
No diamond could have a sparkle
Of that which is in your eyes.
No ruby of the deepest red
A match for the color of your lips.
No karat gold to be so pure
Of the love that you provide.
Yet a selection I must make
As a symbol of my undying love.
You to wear close to your heart,
For that is the place I want to be.

Summer Days, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Summer DaysSummer Night, Inger on the Beach, Edvard Munch (1889)

Summer Days

Like a fish caught in the harrowing net
Trashing and dashing, to no benefit
The more resisting, the weaker I get
Now where I must, unwillingly submit

Only if this path, I did not travel
A different ending, there’d sure to be
But now my life, begins to unravel
Never again, shall I ever be free

Would have been better, if we never met
Your soft warmth and kindness, I never felt
But am I, the true fool, to have regret
Allowing you, my heart to quickly melt

Such is the case, we go separate ways
In sorrow, I’ll recall our summer days

Evening Talk, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Eveni talk black and whiteEvening Talk, Edvard Munch (1889)

Evening Talk

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

Hands Across the Table, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Hands Across the Table

Hands Across the Table

Sitting together in their still corner
They feel on this earth they’re the only ones
Laughing so hard what the other has said
That now pausing to wipe away their tears

Life spins frantically around these two
But they dwell in their simple universe
Just sitting there calmly without a fear
With only thoughts of this very moment

As if cued, across the table hands met
A cherished moment, never to forget
The soft tingling that travels up and down
At the very moment they traded hearts