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?

 

Ceaseless Brook, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Ceaseless BrookWild Asters, Dennis Miller Bunker (1889)

Ceaseless Brook

Beside me abundant wild asters grow
Each jostling for positions at the edge
Siphoning precious health from water’s flow
Making it perfectly pure as they dredge

Taken to my knees by invitation
Scooping clear freshness into my cupped hand
Put to my lips without hesitation
She is the center of this fertile land

Listening, searching for the slightest sound
Can hear melodic babble of the brook
Its helpful water darts across the ground
Adding pluses to my earthy outlook

A bunch of wild asters placed in my pack
Dried, will be a reminder to come back

 

Our Deep Thirst, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Our Deep ThirstRoman Girl at a Fountain, Léon Bonnat (1875)

Our Deep Thirst

Confused for I know not its truest shape
It is big then again it may be small
With but little effort it can escape
May idle, slowly rise, abruptly fall

Not sure if it can claim to have a taste
It can surely be more precious than gold
Therefore a horrific sin it to waste
It is difficult in your hand to hold

So refreshing in it fully immersed
May provide relief to inner spirit
A miracle which quenches our deep thirst
Without it our lives we’d have to forfeit

Water as you quietly pass my lips
I relish the feeling of all my sips

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

 

Sea Calling Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Sea Calling MeImage manipulated by author

Sea Calling Me

In quiet stillness I observe the hue
Of the mighty endless sea before me
Sweeping eyes drinking the depth of her blue
With desire to be consumed by this sea

I’ve visited her countless times before
She always seems to appeal to me more
Calling me with gentleness of her shore
Her soft tender loving clutch I adore

I am naked to all of her power
Still shy, with my toes I touch her azure
Her wave coaxes me a little closer
Now I am totally consumed by her

Joy as she touches every part that be
She gives me a feeling of being free