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?

Sunset, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Sunset

At the water’s edge they lovingly stay
Slow sinking sky starts silently to bleed
The beginning of the end of this day
Few more hours to stay, they anxiously plead

Now the fire in the sky totally red
Their yearning hearts become melancholy
This is the part daily drama they dread
Darkness envelops their radiant sea

Neither hurrying to move from their chairs
Taking their time the day to reminisce
Softly smiling, sharing each other’s stares
Each giving the other a loving kiss

In the lemon moonlight their chairs they fold
For them this routine never to get old

Locked Inside, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Cabin of the Customs Watch, Claude Monet (1882)
Cabin of the Customs Watch, Claude Monet (1882)

Locked Inside

Magical vastness of open blue sky,
Endless waves roaring in the azure sea,
Bring me to question and to wonder why,
How is it they are absolutely free?

Colorless whistling wind goes where it may,
Curling and swirling its uncharted route,
Assisting some winged creatures on their way,
As a boxcar would for a roustabout.

Ubiquitous blackness is a canvas,
Glowing rocketing comets passing by,
Their erratic paths seemingly ceaseless,
Majestic freedom brings tears to the eye.

Seeing signs of great freedom everywhere,
Why is it these many chains I must wear?

 

Stardust, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

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Stardust, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

In the darkness of the night standing still
Hand in hand looking at the cloudless sky
Countless vivid stars providing a thrill
Could see its clear reflection in your eye

In your glowing eyes I can see Venus
Compared to Psyche your beauty greater
Cupid’s arrow has placed love between us
My heart will be yours forever after

Silent breeze turns into a sudden gust
To each other got comfortably close
Both looking up, is it mist or stardust
We laugh out loud for it tickles our nose

It is stardust which blest us I am sure
Providing a sign our love will endure