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

Cupid and Psyche, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Cupid and PsycheCupid and Psyche, Edvard Munch (1907)

Cupid and Psyche

Love, now be forewarned
My soul you shall not steal
Nor my mind to persuade

Love, you say to me
No desire to do harm
Though quiver full of charms

Love, you show to me
Bounty willing to pay
But to be only mine

Love, come no closer
I care not of your plea
Though I see that you bleed

Love, I plainly see
That in truth you have died
Wiping tears from my eyes

 

Young Girl on the Shore, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Young Girl on the Shore-grayYoung Girl on the Shore, Edvard Munch (1896)

Young Girl on the Shore

All living things from the water did come
Being nurtured by the warmth of our sun
So many things of beauty did blossom
Climaxing with a very special one

No greater beauty have I ever seen
With a beating heart of the purest gold
A gentle softness from her eyes of green
And arms with power to remove all cold

There’s no other with whom I’d rather be
To spend my remaining life at her side
Facing the challenges of life’s journey
For it is she who is the perfect guide

She easily provides gentle comfort
So able to quiet my frequent doubt
Lessening the pain whenever I’m hurt
The flame of my love will never go out

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The words of Edvard Munch

I GIVE HER THE LIGHT OF SUMMERNIGHT’S
SOFT BEAUTY – OVER HER I POUR
THE SPLENDOR OF THE VANISHING SUN –
OVER HER HAIR – OVER HER
FACE OVER HER WHITE DRESS –
SHINING GOLD –
I PLACE HER AGAINST THE BLUE
OF THE BOOMING SEA –
WITH THE SINUOUS
SNAKE LIKE CURVES OF THE SHORELINE

Source: Bente Touriusen, Words and Images of Edvard Munch, 1986:70-71

 

The Girl and the Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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The Girl and the Heart, Edvard Munch (1899)

The Girl and the Heart

I gave you my heart, knowing it meant death
Not of mortality, but of freedom
You had control over my every breath
Your new spring became my final autumn

The joys you lived became my misery
Cleverly you entered my every dream
Tormenting me with your boundless beauty
It awakens me from sleep by my scream

You’re in some distant place beyond my reach
Without ways my broken heart to reclaim
Even though constantly writing a speech
Constantly I am yelling out your name

Precocious lady you have won the game
For me, my life never to be the same

On the Waves of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

On the Waves of Love
On the Waves of Love, Edvard Munch (1896)

On the Waves of Love

With the yellow moon shining up above
Come into my waters my only love
Let my soft warmth surround you completely
Releasing your red desire discretely

Let me brush against you with every wave
To give you that comfort for which you crave
Let me rock you into a land of dreams
So you may be kissed by countless moonbeams

To you my energy I shall release
When I feel that your body is in peace
I will softly place you upon the shore
No other love shall you want evermore

Blossom of Pain, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Blossom of PainBlossom of Pain, Edvard Munch (1898)

Blossom of Pain

When I die
I continue to live

My painful body
Placed in the ground
To return to dust
Whence I came
I become food
The food for new life

Return to where I lay
Pick the blossom
Each blossom is penance
To rid me of my pain

Place it to your lips
I will kiss you

Attraction I, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Attraction IAttraction I, Edvard Munch (1896)

Attraction I

In this world of twists and turns
Where tomorrow may not come
How it is there are many
Gladly challenging the Fates

Be a frivolous fancy
A wink of the eager eye
Two matches soon to ignite
Setting fire with unknown end

How they decide to decide
There is not a simple rule
Might be trial and error
Or just the aches of their hearts