Reading Woman by a Piano, Vihelm Hammershoi (1907)
Reading Woman by a Piano, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Love poems that I read instill me more.
Still waiting your special knock on my door.
Bearing the absence of one I adore.
O come, pluck the strings softly, I implore.
Do lovingly what you have done before,
With every note you’d play my heart did soar.
Come quickly, come quickly play an encore,
As I danced, your music was all I wore.
Your music more precious than any ore.
Come quick, so I may dance upon the floor,
A new step wish eagerly to explore,
Because my solemn heart great love will pour.
Not to be sad ’till you come, I’m foreswore,
For it’s you I shall love forevermore.
Franciszek Żmurko- In Rapture (c. 1900)
In Rapture, Robert A Sieczkiewicz
Soon to be embraced by a darken night.
Feeling your heart beat as I hold you tight.
Eyes wide not wanting you out of my sight.
Is you that I love with all of my might!
The way you touch does really excite.
In my heart intense fire you do ignite.
You are my star glowing so bright.
Oh this feeling, to you I shall requite!
At this moment let our bodies unite.
This wonder, if it could last a fortnight,
But woefully life itself is finite.
So now with that regret we kiss goodnight!
Of this feeling of heavenly rapture
Together, shows that love is the answer.
Break-up of the ice on the Seine, near Bennecourt, Claude Monet (1893)
Ice, the Time Capsule, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Winter’s chill has made the river e’er still,
The lives just prior are now locked inside.
Imprisoned is the wheel of the grist mill.
Waters no longer able to confide.
Many struggle not knowing what to do,
Times pull them forward in uncertain sway.
Some by fear are in want to start anew,
Others already made their getaway.
Starting to be warmed the old ice breaks free,
Tries to flow away as fast as could be.
Ever eager to be downed in the sea,
So ugly sins held others may not see.
For all sins that arose in the spring mist,
It is best their forgiveness to enlist.
Man at the Door, Alfred Henry Mauer (n.d.)
Man at the Door, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
With black spot so deep my heart melts away.
Rigid in posture just another day.
Frozen tongue with nothing of worth to say.
This day the sun with its new shade of gray.
No matter how I push with all my might.
Unknown reason can’t seem to get it right.
To open the door and escape my plight.
Your vision is forever in my sight.
Were it possible to relive the past.
Could I somehow be changed to make it last.
Must be able to grasp our time as passed.
This abyss between us is now too vast.
People constantly change during their lives,
There are those likely to vary their strides.
Jozsef Rippi-Ronai, Pensive Woman with Vase of Flowers (1896)
Feelings, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Take my dare and climb inside, read my mind.
Be forewarned there will be no lexicon,
No claim will be made that you are purblind,
Yet there is no ready catholicon.
Feelings cannot be tucked away from view,
No image be drawn of happy or sad,
Words or images are not in a queue,
Therefore no need for a pencil and pad.
Close your eyes tightly and attempt to see,
A feeling inside that currently be.
Is dark as darkest night you will agree,
Until you conjure up a memory.
And what feeling when the image be me?
My fondest hope is I make you happy!