“…the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.”
Snowflakes on a Friday
Snowflakes
In various shapes
A winter makes
Like icing on the cake
Covering the lakes
When it snows
There are no breaks
Just more and more
Snowflakes
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Daily Snaps
Welcome to Acropolis
“It’s the travelling to the far corners of the earth which leaves one in awe” Gun Roswell
Welcome to Acropolis
Climbing the tall steps ever winding
Good thing I got great shoes my poor feet binding
No one warned it would be so hot and humid
But I can take it, just to see the ruins
A well-kept secret among the locals
There be so much more to see you need bifocals
Just to capture the essence of the ancient past
As all the structures are fading fast
But the good folks of this here country
Are trying to preserve this unmeasurable bounty
Restoring all with major care and respect
For us touristy types to enjoy and accept
That history is a great thing and needs to be preserved
And not just for the looks and feel of this heard
But to remember, it was all totally real
And to take pleasure of the past and its feel
Rain with tiny singing Droplets
“It is raining, tiny pieces of glassy mirrors, reflecting life” Gun Roswell
Rain with tiny singing Droplets
Forming, a gigantic watery puddle
As together, these tiny pieces try to huddle
Glassy droplets, sent, from the heavens above
When the rain gods decided, them upon us to shove
The mirror like and imperfect things
Reflecting life, as on the surface now, they sing
But soon, they will be devoured, into the big ocean
All of them rolling together, in one motion
Until finally, being completely sucked, into the scorched land
Thus disappearing, for good, as if it was, the whole plan
Monochromatic Monday Reflected
“On Mondays, you just want to go totally grey and reflect on the good days of the weekend”
Gun Roswell
Monochromatic Monday Reflected
When the working week beckons
It it that time you need to reckon
Whether to treat the upon coming days as friend
Or go through them one by one like they were a foe
Riding up the glass covered lift car
Is a really good place to start
Thinking whether Mondays really are that bad
Or is it a learnt mental state to be sad
On this one day when everything starts a new
Maybe there are days of bad ahead just a few
And the rest of the week is just fine
Until that much awaited time
When Friday raises its promising head
Indicating of a carefree weekend, ahead!
Seated on Red
“A red seat, in the summer’s heat, nothing more better, on a sunny Sunday” Gun Roswell
Seated on Red
The grass is green, the sky is blue
The seat is red hot, and it fumes
But never mind, as I am so tired
I need a place to rest, before my ass is fired
The seat in the corner there
Beckons me with its red flare
I take a few steps in a fast pace
Hoping no one else, will see the place
Quickly making my move towards it
I reach the red seat by the curve where it sits
Taking one more glance around
And then, I sit down…
Boy, am I glad to have this heavenly red seat to have found!
Cats a Pose
“Whether a furry feline or a porcelain facsimile, they are all a posing” Gun Roswell
Cats a Pose
Strike, the perfect pose
To give us, our cuteness dose
Of a pretty cat a walking
Never mind the mice a stalking
Just fluff up your furs
Maybe, something else will need to be stirred
For this photo op now, to be later framed
For the utter and total admiration to be blamed
Because, no one can really resist
A cute little cuddly cat, whom exists
Not even, if you are a true hater
You can save those feelings, for much later
Now, a moment more, just wait
The cat will definitely not hesitate
Striking, that pretty awesome pose
And there, yes, we got one, very close!
Snowed in on a Friday
“Maybe, this is the last of the snow for this year?” Gun Roswell
Snowed in on a Friday
The snow started falling
Just around when midnight was calling
It just kept on pouring
Until the ground was souring
With powdery white stuff
Nobody knowing if it was enough
But someone said, shut up
And then we watch as the snow kept on coming
Then soon enough, none of us was humming
The piles on piles of snowflakes
Even covered the small watery lake
No matter where you watched
Nothing, no nothing remained untouched
The world was covered in this, thing
Even the bird stopped to sing
Most likely going to hiding
Worried what they might not be finding
The chewy worms in the ground
Because that was no longer to be found
The only thing alive
Was the white snow which came from above
Working by the seashore
“It’s just another regular working day, here, by the cold, seashore” Gun Roswell
Working by the seashore
When the day breaks in the early morning
And the sunshine breaks with a big yawning
The working day is about to start
So, please, try to play it very smart
The waters seem so very cold
And the weather is even getting more bold
The sun hiding behind all them clouds
And the wind is howling ever more loud
The boats beneath us soon are shaking
As the unexpected storm from the seas is breaking
Being alright at this point is only faking
As the faces turn greener and the bodies quaking
But the working day is far from over
The attitudes like the weather getting bolder
Rolling up the sleeves
To all this heavy-duty work to complete
Minds off the shaking surface
Since this is no time for hurling
And when the attitudes are corrected
Sooner than later, the work is completed
Homeward bound the working crew now is
Even the boss said she was pleased
Back to the comfort of home they head
Because tomorrow another working day awaits
Bike and the Winter
“Riding a bike? In snow? How so very bold!” Gun Roswell
Bike and the Winter
It may be cold and it may be slippery
The weather, none to chippery
But the bike is waiting for me outside
And despite the danger, I am looking for a ride
So, when I dare out there to venture
I will make sure my ride has no dents
The wheels, seat and steering in shape
Even the smile on my face is no fake
Riding down the slippery slope of a road made of ice
But with these wintry wheels including spikes
I am rather enjoying this cold weather crisp and nice
Getting some thumbs up and even some smiles
What else could be better on this ride
On my winter geared bike!
Full moon night, without any kind of fright
“The full moon in the sky, always makes me feel high, after all, I am a moon person, without any argument” Gun Roswell
Full moon night, without any kind of fright
When the darkness of the night fell, hard, you really could tell
The noise totally earth shattering, to say the least, with all that clattering
The bright sun now settling, for the next rotation some much deserved rest to be getting
And, to finally let some much deserved time, for the fullest of moons, upon us night dwellers to shine
Because without the worshipers of the nightly moon, the sun could never come to bloom
And those adoring the daily sun, would not be able to continue with their daily fun
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