Songs without Words, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Songs Without WordsSongs without Words, Frederic Leighton (1860)

Songs without Words

Pure water continuously runs free
Many a thirst it has power to quench
Oh how I wish moving water to be
So this desert life may quickly unclench

Each day hearing water’s songs without words
Wondering what it is trying to say
Not knowing like the singing of the birds
Until deciphered here condemned to stay

Wise lady told me words of the water
Water asking that I take her away
To a new life that would be much brighter
Than sink into the ground so cold and gray

Learned very important lesson this day
So easy to let my mind go astray

 

Fuchsia, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

FuchsiaYoung Pensive Woman Turned to the Left, Edgar Maxence (1900)

Fuchsia

Dare not interrupt your reflective thought
But wondering where is it you may be
Is it a deeply felt love gone for naught
Or in distant land beyond mighty sea

To me your choice to be another place
Could be easily taken by trade winds
Where dangling fuchsia every garden lace
Afar land of dreams which no one rescinds

Have traveled to place of exotic dreams
Palm trees sway softly in time with the waves
Clear water filling silent moving streams
With endless beauty your heart it enslaves

Advice I give, book passage right away
If it is love you seek, waste not a day

 

Autumn by the River, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Autumn by the riverAutumn, Emilio Sánchez Perrier (c. 1900)

Autumn by the River

Song birds of the trees have made their retreat
Cool winds of autumn chased summer away
Colors of the quiet land now blasé
Busy fields in summer are not deplete

Paces of the past are now slowing down
Giving moments of pure quiet pleasure
Thinking of the silos filled with treasure
Waiting arrival winter’s bridal gown

Cataloging thoughts at the river’s edge
Reminiscing the joys that came my way
In mind the desire to ensure they stay
Seeking more in the future is my pledge

Studying the river as it goes by
It is my life passing by that I see
Message is always busy I must be
Like plants I will eventually die

 

 

 

The Shell, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Bouguereau Adolphe-Willem_Bouguereau_-_The_ShellAdolphe-Willem Bouguereau – The Shell (not dated)

The Shell, Robert A Sieczkiewicz

Put the shell to your ear, what do you hear?
Do you hear a rolling roar, is it clear?
Is it a big singing sea, is it near?
As if we were standing upon the pier?

There is more of a story to that roar.
Long ago when mariners first left their shore,
Seeking many treasures and fighting war,
But in their greed they wanted even more.

Wished to make a slave of the mighty sea.
In arms to seize Sirenum scopuli.
All the Sirens gagged were tied to a tree,
Nevermore their voices to be set free.

This sent Neptune into a royal rage.
He called for Gastropods of any age,
Their help to this vicious act to upstage.
With the mariners war he would engage.

In each he blew a magical sounding.
To mariners it would be resounding,
So powerful it was hypnotizing,
Doing deeds without ever surmising.

Gastropods cast their shells to the high tide
Naked they were they went elsewhere to hide
At low tide the mariners did abide
An ear to each shell now ready to ride

In their boats again to complete a task,
Under rigid trance not needing to ask.
Relieve each of the Sirens from her mask,
Thus each now able to the shore to bask.

Millenniums have passed since that event.
Mariners don’t remember being sent.
Never required by Neptune to repent,
But he shall never forget its portent.

The shells now have lost most of their power,
But like flowers in the rolling bower,
Many hearts they do easily capture,
Putting minds into a state of rapture.

 

Wind of Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Gustave Courbet - The Calm Sea [1869]Gustave Courbet – The Calm Sea (1869)

Wind of Love

Come fly with me, give me your caring hand.
We grab the wind which is at our command,
To take us wherever we shall demand,
Be it over blue sea or verdant land.

Life is beautiful when with one you love,
To share our many moments together.
Being lovingly close as hand in glove,
Tightly embrace whatever the weather.

Today wind sets us at sandy white beach,
With music of birds filling the clear air.
No doubt of love for each other we reach,
Lips meeting, symbol of love we declare.

May our special wind be ever gentle,
Taking us to places so beautiful.