The Dead Tree and Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Dead Tree and Me

A salacious mind stymied by her smile.
Her relaxed pose says “Catch me if you dare.”
Her cunning eyes are enough to beguile.
Helpless, all I’m able to do is stare.

For both my feet are frozen in the sand.
Not able to make the desired advance.
I’m restrained by her odious command.
Wishing she’d release me to have a chance.

She appears eager from behind the tree
Its body bleached by the harsh torrid sun.
Is this her plan to have done unto me?
A game for her to have a day of fun.

She asked “Are you asking me for a date?”
So confused not knowing how to reply.
Not the right time for me to hesitate,
But I haven’t a feasible alibi.

Beady eyed vultures start to circle down.
She’s excited by the sight in the sky.
Stripped of all, wearing but a pensive frown.
Why is it for love of her must I die?

Castles of Sand, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Castles of SandCastles of Sand, William Henry Margetson (1898)

Castles of Sand, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Walking to the seashore this cloudless day
Capturing warm white sand between my toes
Coming to hear what the waves have to say
Feeling salty scents that the south wind blows

Desiring of day dreaming sat me down
Casting my eyes over this vast domain
Being a new queen awaiting her crown
Wishing to provide a long love filled reign

Moving the sand, building a great castle
Towering rooms for my many children
Showing castle anything but banal
Missing yet is the most important one

Finding a king to help me I shall pray
Knowing tides will take this dream away