Wintry Landscape with Frozen Water and Figure Statues, Johann Jungblut (c. 1900)
Winters Past, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
The glittering glow of winter’s first snow,
It is that time of year of so much cheer,
When Jack Frost puts on his seasonal show,
A time when we wish our love ones be near.
Is not a time to bundle up and hide.
Lights in each window to beckon with bliss.
Come in and sit awhile by the fireside,
Search for the mistletoe to get a kiss.
Turkey and toys, memories full of joy,
Sledding and skating for all of the day.
This is what I remember as a boy,
Now I see it in a different way.
Stress from hunger and pain are in full view.
Was it the same then I just never knew?
Golden Autumn, Slobodka, Isaac Levitan (1889)
Golden Autumn, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Here I sit on the hill silent and still,
Peering off to the end with mind spawning.
Autumn, the soft wind gives its gentle chill,
Time not move this day for this I’m yearning.
Relive this year impossible I fear,
Yet many memories forever be.
No doubt this has been a wonderful year,
Having those I love so much, near to me.
The darkness of winter shall soon be here,
With many memories shant shed a tear.
Plentiful laughs and giggles fill my ear,
Held so close to my heart with much revere.
In autumn some work to collect the leaves,
For me it is time to store memories.
Jo, the Beautiful Irish Girl, Gustave Courbet (1866)
Muse or Odalisque, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
The mirror shows the color of my hair,
But silent on my internal despair.
O but wishing this piece of glass could care,
As my quandary has been a nightmare.
With two so distinct can my love I share?
What I ask is it a request so rare?
Understanding it be an odd affair,
Yet to cast aside one would be unfair.
To make a choice of one my heart I’d tear.
A love of both no issues to declare.
Am able to withstand the wretched stare.
When Whistler or Courbet call I’ll be there.
Such arrangements are not so very quare.
Is it novel to have wife and affair?
Romantic Landscape, Robert Duncanson (c. 1860)
Romantic Landscape, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Walking slowly in a familiar place,
The softness of green was nary a trace.
All around me flew at a hurried pace.
Unable to find a familiar face.
The hazy sky above was but a slice.
Gray tall buildings on each side made a vise.
Windows all brimming trying to entice.
Be assured this is not my paradise.
My soul hungers for a place more pleasing,
A land where clear water brooks are babbling,
Hills of lush green grass forever rolling,
And the big blue sky is never hiding.
In this tarred world is more than meets the eye,
Soon without sadness be saying goodbye.
Unknown Artist, Lovers (c. 1910)
Lovers’ Moon, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
So close to Cupid, fear we’re his target.
Come we shall take the staircase to heaven.
There memories made never to forget.
Lovers’ moon so bright will be our beacon.
If you be chilled, here take my loving heart,
Aflame of a resplendent love of you.
As you have neutralized every rampart,
Eagerly awaits your love to imbue.
Ask me not why I feel the way I do,
Very first sight of you love would ensue.
Such a feeling will always continue,
Admitting my love never to eschew.
Though tonight’s lovers’ moon is soon to set,
Its light on you face thoughts of when we met.
George Romney, Lady Hamilton as Circe (c. 1872)
The Muse, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Starring unfocused at empty paper.
If I be less than a scared cuttlefish,
Squirting ink into the unsafe water.
With absent thoughts ready to relinquish.
Magical words to sweep thee off thy feet,
Nowhere in my mindful search were they found.
Unfit of thy love to admit defeat.
Gridlocked mind must be hurriedly unbound.
Closed eyes thou stand vividly before me,
Beauty beyond that which graced to Circe.
To free this mind gladly pay the bounty,
But the cost is lost memory of thee.
This conundrum I am forever doomed,
A taste of thy love nev’r to be consumed.
Daniel Ridgway, A Pensive Moment (not dated)
A Pensive Moment, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Good morning to you O beautiful world.
This day everything is kissed by the sun.
I’m eager to see such beauty unfurled.
Smell, see, touch; be released of all burden.
The bird sings its song, my thought moves along.
See the beauty of these many flowers.
Smelling the rose, thoughts of a love so strong.
Delightful way for awakening hours.
This is the way I want my life to be,
Yet knowing that it will be uncertain.
Being free without need for special plea,
To love life until the final curtain.
The birds sing songs of life so blissfully,
If only our lives could be so carefree.