Do You Believe in Magic, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
It happened so quick!
In my head it was hectic! Got such a feeling Knowing I wasn’t getting sick! And it wasn’t some kind of trick!
Was surely chronic!
Sweating, was getting frantic! At the sight of her Breathing was getting drastic! Rushing heart, I did panic!
Have lost all logic!
She caused erratic static! Entering the room My illness is I’m lovesick! Do you believe in magic?
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!
Sunset at Etretat, Claude Monet (1883) By the Oceanside
Tis never quiet at the oceanside.
Coming here often so my ears may hear,
The music that reaches far down inside,
Touching ever dearly to bring a tear.
Never certain what music ocean brings,
For the moon and the wind select the score.
Prefer the wind send the angel that sings,
Over the moon slamming waves at the shore.
The angel’s songs upon the ocean breeze,
Bring back many memories of long passed,
Of her endeavoring for my heart to seize,
A love, thinking it would forever last.
But tonight the full moon has taken hold,
Sending forward a Wagner symphony.
The percussion sounds are strong, stern and bold,
I’m so relaxed for my love sits with me.
Beneath the blanket to ward off the chill,
As we plan our future lives together,
Knowing the ocean to play what it will,
We shall persist whatever the weather.
Lovers’ Song, Federico Andreotti (1876) Lovers’ Song
Night is so young and love has just begun
Sit here my fair lady while I perform
Singing soft words to make our love burgeon
With the desire to create a firestorm
Rose thou holds place gently beneath thy nose
To my heart an image of what thou art
Thou sweeter and softer than any rose
This feeling in my heart shall never part
Bow glides slowly across my violin
Like the summer wind through thy angel hair
To rest my bow and touch thy tender skin
Thy pure beauty knowing none that compare
The candle has now become very short
Come my love and gently retire with me
To a dreamland thy heart I will transport
Singing a lovers’ song written for thee
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Songs without Words, Frederic Leighton (1860) Songs without Words
Pure water continuously runs free
Many a thirst it has power to quench
Oh how I wish moving water to be
So this desert life may quickly unclench
Each day hearing water’s songs without words
Wondering what it is trying to say
Not knowing like the singing of the birds
Until deciphered here condemned to stay
Wise lady told me words of the water
Water asking that I take her away
To a new life that would be much brighter
Than sink into the ground so cold and gray
Learned very important lesson this day
So easy to let my mind go astray
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