“No matter where you are, near or far, the sunrise is a sight for sore eyes” Gun Roswell
Suburban Sunrise
The longer you stare
Into the bright glare
The red gets in control
Devouring the sky whole
Suburban Sunrise
Monthly Archives: April 2023
The late night sunset (isn’t that when it happens?)
“Sunset, that perfect cliché which exists, almost every single day?” Gun Roswell
The late night sunset (isn’t that when it happens?)
On my way high, high up
Ever higher
Closer to the sky
On a smooth elevator ride
Up to the 16th floor I fly
From this ocean view
Reserved for only a few
Enjoying the last rays of sun
The last of the sunsets
Of the month of… whenever
Red sky in the evening divine
“The red is the colour of the magnificent sunset painted in the sky of the evening’s moment high” Gun Roswell
Red sky in the evening divine
Fire engine red, someone in the watching crowd said, as we were all gathered for the spectacle of the evening displayed in front of us on the sandy shores, and certainly never a bore was this setting told on a lore, as the sun with a loud roar dropped into the deep waters from the sky above.
It was told in a story once in the past and the glory of the moon would create such a blast at least for the duration of the night to last hurling the drowning star deep into the waters far to cool down for a moment until once again in the morning it would rise its crowning head from the watery bed.
The rays curling up slowly but surely until reaching the highest peak in the bluest of skies then warming us dwellers again with the bright white light for a while until the night once again arrived and the moon would overpower the sun, thus completing the circle of routine once again neither of them really winning the game.
But that is just fine as in the end, we truly need them both.
The Golden Moment
“That golden moment, reflected, in the windows, in the afternoon light – looks like we live in the golden city!” Gun Roswell
The Golden Moment
The windows reflecting the light
As the afternoon’s sun is still bright
Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue
Completely irradiating the feeling of blue
A lyrical moment for the mundane grey
The feeling of dull quickly fading away
As the tall towers and the low windows
Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders
Our city now the golden one
Before the illusion comes undone
And we are back to the mundane vision
Of dull surfaces needing revision
From Morn till Dusk
“Sky watching yet again, another sunrise on the horizon” Gun Roswell
From Morn till Dusk
As the early morning darkness fades
I am set and ready on my way
Hoping, not to be too late
To catch, at least, a glimpse, of the rising light
With my own, two dark eyes
And to admire that, of the magnificent sun’s rise
Watching the sky
I never feel like a spy
Only to simply admire
Of the marvels of what expires
When Mother Nature
Plays around like a true painter
Making art work of the simplest of things
Which will make each our hearts sing
The re-appearing moon
“The moon is out again, then does’t it appear every single night? Wait a minute, does it ever go away? Really?” Gun Roswell
The re-appearing moon
The moon is hanging out there against the darkness of the skies
At least it looks like that, when looking out the window in the middle of the night
It always seems to be appearing, out of nowhere after sunset
And usually, looming there way past the night, well, perhaps changing position somewhat
But, the moon half or full, crescent or nonsense? I dunno the rhyme
It’s all fine as long as the moon graces us with its presence
The Palm Tree and the Fortress
“The vistas from a picture perfect postcard, the trees of palm surrounding the ancient built fortresses, something you don’t every day see, at least, not way up here, in the North, the land of cold“ Gun Roswell
The Palm Tree and the Fortress
A perfect view caught the eye of the weary pix snapper, while strolling along the streets of the unknown, but interesting city, the vistas each giving more to the traveller than ever been able to even imagine.
Appreciating the scenery, some of it from nature itself, some made by those ancients, who came before us, leaving a legacy, still standing strong after times passed for so long, remaining there for a moment longer, and so, enjoying them all, before they too might be gone.
The humble pic snapper trying to preserve in pictures, places from beyond, for those coming after to be able to appreciate, making them too see, that some things are worth preserving, after all.
The open door
“There is something about an open door, wanting to take a quick look inside, even if there is no invite” Gun Roswell
The open door
The door, remained open, as if left on purpose so
The invite perhaps left there for anyone passing by to cypher, to enter of not
As only the bold would most likely jump on the opportunity
Even if this was not a big city and most people knew the other
But, for the stranger, the new one in town,
This would be one of the few chances of taking a look around
Seeing how the locals lived, and with what kind of trinkets their home was filled
As there is a little peeping person in all of us
Simply wanted their curiosity to get satisfied
And so, the daring passenger from a foreign land
Decided it was the invite to take a peek, see what they can
From the doorway though, never really daring to enter
After all, respiting the privacy of others, was essential
The Metro, a subway, the tube, the underground…
“Take a ride on the train, running underground! What fun can there be found!?” Gun Roswell
The Metro, a subway, the tube, the underground…
The ride quite simple, just purchase a ticket and what for the arrival of the long or short train, depending on the time of the day.
But as you are waiting on the platform, many a people are there to form, even a brief line before stepping inside the waiting car, of the train going deep, under the ground, it’s in the name of it right?
But what a sight, all the unexpected things, or then not, depending on the points of view and what one really expected.
Still, if you are a casual stroller, then simply enjoy the ride, even if just for the heck of it, going around and around, right there under ground!
The Good and the Sweet
“Something too sweet, well, sugar is always good, right? You know, comfort food? Good as a cure?“ Gun Roswell
The Good and the Sweet
The taste of it so good, and well, the reason to resist eludes, because the reason why you should? Well, there really is none, as sweets can be rather tooth-rotting fun, and taste is good, or great even and so, having one or two every once in a while can’t really be all that bad?
Unless you have a condition, then well, then it’s never good.
But, if you are able to, and willing to, and like to, so, allow yourself a sweet sugary rush every now and again, as time spent denying it’s not for you? Well, then don’t but I will. Eat a few.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 