Woman in an Armchair, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Woman in an ArmchairWoman in an Armchair, Pierre-Auguste Renoir (1874)

Woman in an Armchair

Emerald eyes darting from the armchair
With strong resolute not to give an inch
Obvious hers not a casual stare
Holding her steady refusing to flinch

Arms stiffly crossed as if they were sabers
Head cocked showing her pistol is loaded
Ready to attack like barroom brawlers
Flowery words she hears makes her acrid

Might try to forgive if were words of truth
But what she fears is more duplicity
She does not need be the world’s greatest sleuth
To grasp the result of this travesty

A woman can always trust her own nose
Scent of another on her lover’s clothes

Unknown Woman, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Unknown WomanPortrait of a Woman, Sarah Mariam Peale (n.d)

Unknown Woman

Arrived rather early for the gala
Brick structure looked to be Monticello
Quickly pulled in by a woman’s aura
This beautiful lady I do not know

With her posture straight sitting quite stately
Neither a soft smile nor frown did she wear
Her emotions to be held privately
From a distance all I could do is stare

Moved closer to see in a better light
Did not blink, my eyes were affixed with glue
Now moved into her perfect line of sight
Her eyes were the color of perfect blue

She is more than a painting on the wall
For my weakened heart is in her thrall

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Viewed the above painting at the Washington County Museum of Fine Arts.  Sorry for the lack of quality in the image.  Her eyes are truly blue.

Washington County Museum of Fine Arts

 

Woman in White, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Woman in WhiteThe Woman in White, Frederick Walker (1871)

Woman in White

Woman in white soon to enter the night
Be fear or desire why she’s at the door
Barefooted to silence her daring flight
With deftness appears she’s done this before

Stepping into land of a million stars
The fresh clear air aids her erotic rush
For she is Venus and he is her Mars
There he is hiding in the nearby brush

Their pace plenty fast down the moon lit path
Talking with their eyes, no words do they share
Sharing love with little time that they hath
Mars holds Venus, white dress she does not wear

Angry shots felt, passions quickly regress
Not a drop of blood fell on the white dress

Woman in the Garden, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Woman in the GardenMujer en el jardín, Pierre-Auguste Renior (1872)

Woman in the Garden

Emeralds, Sapphires, Topazes, Rubies
Filling my garden this sunny June day
Come walk, feeling the gentle warming breeze
See bees here and there dancing their ballet

Stop to wonder a greater sight to see
Profusion of color before my eyes
Drinking without pause all of its beauty
All on display under a clear blue sky

No need for the gardens of Babylon
Or Cimetière du Père Lachaise
Forget manicured gardens of Fairlawn
For me to be, there is no other place

Each little gem I consider a friend
This is where I shall my many hours spend

 

Unexpected Love, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Unexpected LoveWoman Fastening Her Garter, Edouard Manet (1879)

Unexpected Love

In a cold darkened world of loneliness
Two bodies unexpectedly collide
Each searching for a special happiness
Both with different lives they wish to hide

Man and woman in need of the same thing
The warm gentle caress of human touch
No sign of untanned lines of wedding rings
Soon they’re within each other’s hungry clutch

Neither one at all fond of keeping score
Finding changes in their deepest feelings
Suddenly realizing they want more
The sharing joys that being in love brings

Neither asking questions the other’s past
Too busy ensuring that love will last