“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell
Monochrome Magic (1)
A frozen rose
Even the strongest and prettiest rose
Did in the cold temperatures freeze into an eternal pose
Preserved, for a longest of time
In the most natural cryogenic slime
With a mixture of pure clean water and the weather
The gorgeous flower has now finally been tethered
To the very ground, it once proudly sprout from
A preserved three dee image, now never gone
“The sunshine too special to miss, sitting on the side of it, what a bliss” Gun Roswell
The seat on the sunny side of the yard
After a long period, of just sitting, inside
The walls surrounding only, a place none too wide
Phobias, ever growing, of all shapes and sizes
The constant companion in this great, divide
But, a hope, every now and then
The opportunity some time to spend
In the soothing and gorgeous nature exploring
Appears, without so much as a second warning
Packing up a small bag of all the necessities
Because I am planning on a long day, stress free
As this day, will be one in a long while, as one of the rarities
Due to what eve is now going around the world you see
As I finally, take my first step, outside
To be able to venture into the somewhat open wide
I feel some stain on my very own face start
But, ignoring it for a moment to settle the light
And as I look beyond the front porch of my house to part
I know now, what the strange feeling was
Feeling the sides of my face and suddenly find
That totally unexpected, great big smile
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“You certainly will become a far better writer by writing and doing so, quite often, but you will also become a better travel writer, and can only happen, by writing lots about travel” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote island revisted, 3
Scenic, are the barren, and now frozen volcanic views
Just outside, and beside, the large ocean, so very blue
Here, only softest of soft and utterly fluffy white clouds
Has up there high in the skies, their dancing allowed
With so many palm trees everywhere, you think is all you can see
But look around, also other things of nature, in abundance, will appear for totally free
And don’t forget the most important aspect, of this impromptu travel arrangement, the sun’s shine, making you want to dance
The only and needed, warming, filling, even grilling, but mostly calming, sustenance
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Lanzarote island revisited 2
Lunch time, feeling hungry, as travelled all day long
And for this experience, the need is, to absolutely stay strong
A local salad, on the rocks, and of course, of hot molten lava
Maybe, try to add, into the odd mix, some delicious guava
Then for much, much later, a dessert
And you better make it, a cup of Java
For this here place, is now, our final destination
The goal, for the mind and body, an utter and total elation
Because, on this, fine, fine day, we will have lots of fun
On this, oh so remote island, born ages ago, of the sun
“Travel back in time, to the wonderful island, of Lanzarote, but only in my memories and photographs” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote Island revisited
The skies, painted in the most gorgeous colour of blue
Clouds, so totally white and fluffy, but luckily, far and few
Sun, which seems to be always shining, ever so brightly
The pool just outside, now beckoning and oh so inviting
The local, and the original dwellings painted all in white
This, magnificent place, oh, definitely is our “campsite”
Our home away from home, well, at least, for a week
What else could one want, or to be, or even, to see?
But to this gorgeous village in the middle of nowhere to flee
On an island no less, in the middle, of the very, very large sea!
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