On the Boardwalk, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

On the Boardwalk

She stands there staring motionless,
As a mannequin in the store.
The wind blowing against her dress,
Her hair like waves against the shore.

Her neck is fully stretched upward,
With her softness shown to the sun,
While her lips formed to say a word,
An expression without burden.

Wondering if she is aware,
That I stare at her pensively,
Or maybe she does but doesn’t care,
That I’m drinking in her beauty.

More intoxicating than wine,
Making my mind begin to sway.
Deep in dreams that she could be mine,
But she smiles, turns and walks away.

Such a gutless buffoon am I!
Nothing but a straw filled lion,
Lacking courage to even try.
This is why my life’s so barren!

Winsome Gardner, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Winsome Gardner

Woman Drying Herself, Edgar Degas (c. 1894)

Winsome Gardener, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

From the look of thy dirty clothes and skin
Is apparent where thou have lately been
Toil not in thy garden plot forever
Even though it may provide great pleasure
Take to thy bath and quietly recline
Shall be joined with favorite glass of wine
Let thoughts flow ever slowly through thy mind
Leaving thy many aches and pains behind

Water hot, soft spa cloth upon thy face
Dream of flowers thy garden which they grace
Breathe in the essence of thy handmade soap
Knowing thy effort shall give others hope
Towel gives comfort to a tired body
Thinking of the long day finally done
Thee many holes dug and countless weeds pulled
Cannot remember last when had such fun