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

Come Closer, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Come CloserThe Farewell, James Tissot (1871)

Come Closer

This iron fence may as well be my cell
Cannot get closer to you if I may
Dare not to think this may be our farewell
Given but a single choice here I’d stay

The night’s wispy breeze has carried your scent
Of a new blossomed rose in early June
Not to get closer causes me torment
Such a distance like I am on the moon

Come closer so my hungry lips may touch
Silky softness made in heaven above
Come closer that your body I may clutch
To whisper words to you of my great love

Eternity will pass ’til the morrow
Till then my heart will be filled with sorrow