The Artist and His Model, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Artist and His Model, Edvard Munch (1921)

This wanting heart is tugged by my feelings
As soon as she enters my barren room.
For it is special excitement she brings
That shall certainly result in my doom.
Her robe slides off as if doing a waltz
Now displaying the body of Venus.
I am overcome by my many faults!
Possessed by thoughts my bed will comfort us.
Adjusting her pose I touch her soft skin.
Looking at her I see a glowing smile
To place her head my hand is on her chin.
Desiring her there can’t be denial!
Her thick ruby red lips my brush does paint.
Deep thoughts of those lips enveloping mine.
My growing desire there is no restraint
Of her delicious body I must dine.
As if a drug addict I am controlled
By painful desire toward each model.
Mad, mad, to the Devil I have been sold
To share a love and life I’m unable.

Gentle Wind, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Gentle Wind

The wind is a bus
Going here then there
Carries limitless
Things of many shapes.
Plastic shopping bags
Soon to be snagged
By the naked trees.
Fallen autumn leaves
Doing somersaults
Down the barren path.
Dandelion seeds
Like little balloons
Up to touch the sky.
And what of those clouds
That bring needed rain
Or hide the bright sun.
But the greatest joys
That the bus does bring
Are those we can’t see:
The scent of fresh baked
Apple pie cooling
On the window sill,
The soft wavering
Coming from the field
Of gold colored hay.
But greatest of all
After summer’s rain
The slow flowing scent
Of sweet lavender.
It is my desire
The bus to idle
And stay awhile.

Sunset over the Sea, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sun Setting on the ShoreSunset over the Sea, William Pye (1900)

Sunset over the Sea, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Dusk adds fine colors to sky of summer
Ferocious white capped waves bring on a chill
A setting sun removes ocean’s glimmer
Near water’s edge they place firewood with skill

With deftness of hand there soon will be heat
For they had done this countless times before
This night is strange, cannot accept defeat
Is this not the place they had called their shore

Maybe a new way was necessary
They restack the wood a different way
Flame was weak making them rather wary
Without affront a wave took all away

Motionlessly starring at each other
Each walked away without any anger

 

Violets, Sweet Violets, a poem by Robert Sieczkiewicz

Violets Sweet Violets

Violets, Sweet Violets, John William Godward (1908)

Violets, Sweet Violets, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Violets, sweet violets thee I hold
You say my lover ever to be true
An omen of truth before days of old
Yet I be blue, a blue darker than you

From me there shall be no dowry given
Material wealth passed family by
How true can it be his heart I have won
Violets, sweet violets tell me why

Breathing in your spoken heavenly scent
My yearning heart floats like the summer wind
Dreaming of the love message you have sent
Violets, sweet violets love did find

Deep love shall break traditions of the past
Violets, sweet violets love will last

 

Twilight and Day, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Twilight and DayPortraits of Lorna and Dorothy Bell, Sir James Jebusa Shannon (c. 1904)

Twilight and Day, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Tender message of light does Twilight bring
Providing help lifting the sleeping fog
Gently coaxing the morning birds to sing
Rousting me up for I sleep as a log

Twilight you are a joy but must make way
Sun now of full view in the eastern sky
A bright sign welcoming your sister Day
Those colors of beauty she’ll amplify

Day is your brightness that helps flowers grow
Providing light for me to get things done
In the winter to melt ice and snow
Day you now end just as you had begun

The sun falls in the west yielding to Night
A silent time to put thoughts in order
For hours I shall rest waiting for Twilight
Until she touches my eyes shall not stir

 

Dreams, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

DreamsFlaming June, Frederic Leighton (1895)

Dreams

The sun has risen but dream as you may
Leave labors of work for another day
Hope your dreams be filled with the thoughts of me
As the many nights my dreams be of you
Praying that all my dreams may soon come true
That you may know my love forever be

Affixed by your beauty am much beguiled
Cuddled as a kitten or little child
But the facts bear that you are a woman
Whose tender touch shall eagerly await
Knowing this desire for you shant abate
Hoping my love you are never to shun