Melancholy Sunset, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Melancholy Sunset
The deep ocean is intense indigo.
There is a sleepy feeling that it casts.
In its stillness there is not an echo.
Sky and water are losing their contrasts.

Rhythmic song of water against the ship,
Makes my eyes close. I feel the summer breeze.
I can taste the salt on my lower lip,
While the gentle rocking puts me at ease.

The sails no longer search for any wind,
While seagulls are not to be seen or heard.
The moment appears so undisciplined,
As if not a thing is to be disturbed.

The orange sun now nearly out of sight,
Quietly kisses the ocean good night.

Experimenting with the poem form Triolet.

A triolet is almost always a stanza poem of eight lines, though stanzas with as few as seven lines and as many as nine or more have appeared in its history. Its rhyme scheme is ABaAabAB (capital letters represent lines repeated verbatim) and in 19th century English triolets often all lines are in iambic tetrameter, though in traditional French triolets from the 17th century on the second, sixth and eighth lines tend to be iambic trimeters followed by one amphibrachic foot each. In French terminology, a line ending in an iambic foot was denoted as masculine, while a line ending in an amphibrachic foot was called feminine. Depending on the language and era, other meters are seen, even in French. The first, fourth and seventh lines are identical, as are the second and final lines, thereby making the initial and final couplets identical as well. In a traditional French triolet, the second and third non-repeating lines rhyme with the repeating first, fourth, and seventh lines, while the non-repeating sixth line rhymes with the second and eighth repeating lines. However, especially in German triolets of the 18th and 19th centuries, one will see this pattern often violated.

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triolet

For me writing the three triolets below was like working out a rubix cube. Moving words around so they fit. However, I did find a high level of enjoyment in writing them. Always up for a challenge. It would be appreciated if comments were offered.

Sunset
Oh my love, touch me where you may
Make this night one not to forget
Say words that I need you to say
Oh my love, touch me where you may.
With you forever I will stay
To lie with you at each sunset
Oh my love, touch me where you may
Make this night one not to forget

Wink of an Eye
In just a mere wink of an eye
Your world can permanently change
A single hello or goodbye
In just a mere wink of an eye
Its impact you cannot deny
Impossible to rearrange
In just a mere wink of an eye
Your world can permanently change

That Special Kiss
Will remember that special kiss
I parted your lips with my tongue
The key to a heavenly bliss
Will remember that special kiss
A feeling never to dismiss
In my heart a love song was sung
Will remember that special kiss
I parted your lips with my tongue

Two Young Hearts, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Two Young Hearts
Photo credit: Deviantart.net

Two Young Hearts

My crucible poured molten love for you,
Into a form known as infinity.
Each past day a little forging took place,
With embracing moments and warm kisses.

There have been some challenges to its shape,
With weeping and anger along the way.
Once a crack so deep raggedly appeared,
We hammered together to force it out.

Through many years final shape has been made.
Its tender smoothness so bright that it glows.
Looking back shows it took enormous work,
To shape two young loving hearts into one.

Together now we watch the setting sun
Thinking back to when we had just begun
If life but just a game we surely won
For it’s a wonderful love we have spun

Sunset, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

SunsetImage manipulated by author

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

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