The Weight of Lies, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Weight of Lies

I understand when looking in her eyes
The misery of her internal pain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Her grieving heart aches with every sunrise
Through her wakened day drags an endless chain
I understand when looking in her eyes

Each link equal to one of many lies
On her troubled heart they’ve placed such a strain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Can’t forget no matter how hard she tries
Memories so difficult to refrain
I understand when looking in her eyes

It comes to me without any surprise
That such a person from love should abstain
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

It was my lies which caused our goodbyes
For my pathetic self I hold disdain
I understand when looking in her eyes
A dreadful weight on my heart as she cries

Weeping of Souls, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Wheatfield under Thunder Clouds colorWheatfield Under Thunder Clouds, Vincent Van Gogh (1890)

Weeping of Souls

Clouds we see are home for many a soul
Who hover above watching us below
Knowing their own past they try to console
With lightening and deafening echo
What if these many souls could have their say
Would we dare to stop and give a listen
Or in great business go about our way
Repeating history’s every action

The thunder of the clouds we do not heed
A mere distraction in our busy day
Not caring for the countless tears they bleed
Hoping that soon the clouds will go away
The sky now clear we are no better off
About our wet clothes all we do is scoff

A Passing Cloud, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

A Passing CloudA Passing Cloud, Arthur Hughes (c.1908)

A Passing Cloud

The silent summer breeze brought you to me
As if an answer to a private plea
So soft and gentle was our first embrace
Was no resistance as you took my heart
Dreaming my happiness would never part

A gray day came yet I asked that you stay
Why the need you must leave you did convey
Almost anger with your sound of thunder
At once your countless tears came raining down
And as quickly you left without a sound

Every day now I search the big blue sky
But it is I who every night do cry
Again pleading for your rapid return
For my longing life is now so hollow
And my tender heart is filled with sorrow

 

 

 

Early Morning’s Dew, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Early Morning's Dew

Early Morning’s Dew

Providing jewels to all with its touch
To be seen but dangerous to disrupt
Like the butterfly fears a human clutch
Even by a heavy breath they erupt

Looking at a red rose outside my door
Are they diamonds or pearls on each petal
Getting closer in order to be sure
Never to know for not being agile

Light as possible I walk on the grass
Looking back now seeing but my green tracks
Jewels gone without sound of broken glass
To me is very strange how each reacts

After a single step I am frozen
By a silk threaded jeweled chandelier
Below a tree branch so perfectly spun
With bright jewels more than days in a year

The sun made them twinkle before my eyes
Cannot believe such a majestic sight
Each jewel being of consistent size
Now begins to tremble from the sun’s light

Slowly each jewel turns into a tear
Quietly falling to the earth below
The once beautiful chandelier is clear
With deep regrets it’s the end of the show