Mundane on a Monday 1

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“Mondays without colour, what a drag!” Gun Roswell

Mundane on a Monday

Bus stop Cafe

In the middle of drizzling rain
A coffee cup, left a small stain
On the table of a minimalistic cafe
In the middle of a heavy street traffic
An unusual place for a respite
Almost on the tracks of a tram to sit
But the colourfully painted frame
And the comfortable seats, can take the blame
Of wanting to take a break
A few moments the city’s dust to shake
Before continuing exploration
In this small town Scandinavian

Sunday frappé

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“Slow Sunday’s with coffee, what could be better than that?” Gun Roswell

Sunday frappé

Cool, tasty, with a hint of sugar and ice
This, is the only two kind of spice
My coffee, for this Sunday, needs

Sitting in my favourite spot
I am not going to move, until such
Time that my cup runs empty

Enjoying my excellently made drink
As deeper into the plushy cushions I sink
Only, when the final drip is gone

Will I get up, with a huff, then a puff
Quickly making another delicious cup
Filled with coffee, milk and the other stuff

Back to my awaiting recliner
I will my day spent never minding
The other folk outside in the open wild

For Sunday is my day of rest
I will lazy around like the best
And when I fall asleep,
I will be dreaming of the next Sunday indeed!

Sunset with Moon rise

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“The sun and the moon, keep on the ballet of the cosmos” Gun Roswell

Sunset with Moon rise

Fading, into the darkening skies
Skies changing from blue to dark
Dark descending after the sun has gone
Gone but for none too long
Long as it takes for the moon
Moon appearing from behind the shadow
Shadow of the brightly burning sun
Sun now setting, setting to the horizon
Horizon where it will be rising
Rising when the turn is given
Given by the cosmos
Cosmos owning the suns, moons and stars
Stars soon appearing
Appearing after the moon rise
Rise for the nightly skies
Skies filled with light always

Revisiting Dark Matter, By Superior Realities

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Over the past few weeks I’ve been rewatching Dark Matter from start to finish. It had been a while since the show wrapped up, and I was missing it. For the most part, it’s as fun as I remember. The rewatch hasn’t changed my view of the show in any big ways, but there are […]

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Winding Road

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“Like the little red riding hood, I am going through the woods” Gun Roswell

Winding Road

The forest so thick I can hardly see the trees
But never mind, I can, hop skip and squeeze
My way through the thick layer of greens
Until I find my way back, and the ever winding road I see
It’s not too far I don’t mind, as I’m making good time
This place filled with lush green and other critters
Is surprisingly calming, even friendly, without too many jitters
With a hop and a skip, I over the narrow creek leap
Then in the distance, something shining a blue
I think do I dare or would I be a complete fool
But the adventurer wins and so with a song I sing
I start towards the patch of water in the distance
Hoping maybe, it’s a lake or similar and then in an instance
I am there and find, the rarest beach of any kind
Immediately kicking off my shoe and in goes the toe
The liquid so cool and refreshing I am soon undressing
Taking a dip in the soothing lake, before an observation I make
The road ever winding, I have already been finding
As the staring point is right at this very shore
Knowing my way back is secure, I take another round in the water, just to be sure
It’s refreshing alright and soon again, I am on my way, despite
Leaving behind this great place I have come to appreciate
But swearing I’ll be back here, for an other run of this place called nature

World Wide Wednesday : Sunrise is Around 

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“Travel the world, see, everything!” Gun Roswell

World Wide Wednesday

Sunrise is Around 

In the early morning hours
After waking up and taking a shower
I am walking to the beach
Where, at this hour, no one else is at reach
Taking a preferred seat
On the large bolder, a perfect holder
Then, waiting for a moment longer
My eyes slowly adverting towards the corner
Where a faint spot of light appears
Over there, at the calm sea, but somehow, in the stratosphere
I watch the tiny speck of light
Turning into a most precious sight
Reds, yellows turning into white
As the spectacle of a gorgeous sunrise
I have finally witnessed

Cottage in three

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“Summer fun in so many cottages, it’s getting to a point of annoying really! ” Gun Roswell

Cottage in three

Red, yellow, any other colour, or maybe even painted black
The choices for living, really do not lack
Going around and around, never once looking back
As one, after the other, is so much better, than the last
But, for only one week at the time
Spending, my vacation, nearly, on a dime
Even the weather, is ever so fine


And I surely have no complaints, of all these cottages, oh so divine
Juggling amongst these places, some near, some far
Luckily my rucksack is not weighing, so need for a car
Summer still well spent, even if it wasn’t exactly like I had dreamt
But the experience given me so much more
I can go back to the daily grind without immediately being bored
After all, adventure is part of human nature, with or without fear
And this year, I certainly got plenty for the rest of the year

Mundane Monday in red

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“Mundane Mondays are the best” Gun Roswell

Mundane Monday in red

When the mundane Monday raises its grey and dull head
Why not sprinkle some fun and colour up in the air instead
Maybe put some deep red on an old house
Otherwise sticking out like a sire louse


Even paint the barn door
In the colour most of us adore
And when completed all them upgraded and some leftover paint remains
Head on, to the garden and slap on a coat of smarting
Onto, the tiny windmill, always giving the chill, even warning
When the wind blows or then if it sometimes storms
So, now, definitely going strong
Simply because, red, has the perk on
This mundane Monday, not any more glum
But really starting to be fun!

Secret Door

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“What secrets lie behind door number seven?” Gun Roswell

Secret Door

Ever so slowly
The door opens,
Boldly
Still, sneaking in
Through
The open crack
Not once
Looking back
The odds
Against me stacked
But enthusiasm
I do not lack
Walking through
One step
At the time
For now
I am feelinga
Just fine
Knowing
This place beyond
Will be mine
Breath hitches
As I am finally
Inching
My way through
Quick
Is the beat
Of my very heart
I know now
I should have
Played it smart
But it’s too late
No more do I hesitate
I am finally here
Through the doorway
Through the looking glass
I have
Now passed
And it could not
Be better!

ON THIS DAY: August 17, 2019 from Flowers For Socrates (repost)

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August 17th is Black Cat Appreciation Day * I Love My Feet Day * National Non-Profit Day * National Thrift Shop Day Vanilla Custard Day ______________________________________ MORE! Fredrika Bremer, Marcus Garvey and Pauline Young, click

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