Some kind of art

Posted on by

“There is art and there is art and then, there is something else” Gun Roswell

Some kind of art

The stacked and colour filled objects
Adorning the shelves with so many toppings
Artwork or mundane things for grabs?
That is, surely, for the onlooker to assess

Magically appearing and disappearing
The selection never the same, but alluring
Things made for the sake or art?
Or just for the sake of the outlook, so very smart

Stuff made from metal, glass or plastic
Containing something to drink or eat
The cover maybe more desirable than the content
But buying is as easy as it is tempting

Street Side

Posted on by

“Narrow or wide, streets, they’re just fine” Gun Roswell

Street Side

Stepping into the narrowest of streets
Looking for something new and totally sleek
Never mind the fancy and big shopping malls
For now, I am in search for a specific goal

It may be a thing or two
Or then, just an experience or few
A present to take with me back home
Or a cup of coffee in the cafe small

The adventure in it self is the price
Because these quaint streets are so damned nice
I could spend days on end exploring
And still would not find the task too boring

A seat to sit on

Posted on by

“I don’t generally like running.
I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench”
Satchel Paige

A seat to sit on

I was looking for
A bench to sit on
What I hoped to score
Something close to a lawn
To lay my tired self
On a softer shelf

Then I saw it
The bench, made of stone
When I tried to sit
I felt it to my bones
Too hard for a fit!

Moving forward
I found one, made of wood
Maybe it wasn’t hard
Rather suitably good
Too soft for a fit!

So once again
I had to complain
But I knew, the right seat
Was just in reach
I just had to seek

A little while longer
As I moved along
The feeling now stronger
I knew it wouldn’t be long
I was close to finding
As I saw the metal shining

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

Two to four wheels at the time

Posted on by

“Rides of another land, can be different from what you are used to” Gun Roswell

Two to four wheels at the time

When roaming around the roads of a different land
Sometimes you want to try something else than to stand
On your two legs, strolling around might be a lot of fun
Or then too damned exhausting under the scorching sun
So why settle for tears and lots and lots of running sweat
Why don’t you try a different approach instead?
And hop on a ride with two or four wheels and let
These manual and motorized vehicles of plenty
Are simple and easy to be selected
Just walk into any of the road side rentals
Try and pick up the most suited pedals

Then follow these few steps
And you are for a day set:

Fill up the tank
Don’t forget your thanks
And like in the cliché movie done
Ride towards the setting sun
Like I said, this can be a lot of fun!

Flash Freeze

Posted on by

“I found this, in the morning, frozen” Gun Roswell

Flash Freeze

The rain came yesterday, with a loud ring
Drenched in its path, nature and everything
But that was nothing compared to what happened next
As the night fell, things got really fast and rather perplexed
In one single moment, the temperature dropped
Before anyone could react or stay on top
In a blink of an eye, at least someone did spy
Everything left out there, in the open wide
Got a touch of the “flash freeze” frozen solid in time

Mundane Monday Again

Posted on by

“It’s Monday again, Mundane Monday!” Gun Roswell

Mundane Monday Again

No matter if you are travelling or at home
There is always something mundane going on
During the first day of the week
You might not always really find what you seek
But look around what the world of mundane will bring
You may be surprised of the same old things
Look so much different depending of the mood or light
Some of them coming finally to life
There is art where you least expect it to be adored
Just grab your camera and a new attitude and go to explore
It may be Monday, that one specific day
We all love so much to hate, well, at least of it debate
Just call it the beginning of an interesting week to enjoy
Because Friday will get here sooner than you have time to shout:
“Ahoy!”

People Watching

Posted on by

“I love work, I could sit and watch people working for hours on end!” Gun Roswell

People Watching

In my own hide away I take things really slow
As I keep on watching life on the streets below
People, cars, rushing by
Time sometimes fast sometimes slow by fly
On ther way to their way to different places
Nothing and no one for a long still stays as is
Making observations and mental notes
Sometimes even daring, to take a few photos
Never a part of them, never far away from them
But ever the vigilant watcher
Of the life down on the streets never stopping there

Autumn, Fall

Posted on by

“Autumn, Fall, what ever they may it call, it’s still gorgeous!” Gun Roswell

Autumn, Fall

In the middle, of the busiest of city centres
Lies a hidden treasure, an oasis, oh so totally splendid
Waters too, clear and very blue, just as the above fluffy clouded sky
The air, today, crisp and clean, with only a few small birds in flight
The bigger ones, such as ducks and even several swans
Make their own way, on the solid ground

But, soon enough, diving into the inviting waters
Frolicking, bathing, even playing, like sea otters
Which in this treasured pond, are not really, found
The odd passer by, giving, to the animals, all around
Treats of plenty, and then, remain watching, in complete awe
As the nature and the animals together a tableau worth a painting form
And for a passing moment, even time itself, completely stalls

Mono magic (3)

Posted on by

“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell

Mono magic (3)

Hiding leaf

A half rotten leaf
Hang on to the tree
So strongly willed
That even the chills
Of autumn weather
Could not breach the tether
As strong as the mighty oak
It was grabbing on
Some said, it was a joke
Nothing could survive
The circle of life

“Well,” said the lone leaf
“In your face Mother Nature,
Serves you to let your hatred
Leashed onto a poor piece of dying matter
But now I am finally striking back at ya
So, deal with it,
For I ain’t taking shit
I’ll be here
Way until next year!”

Mono magic (2)

Posted on by

“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell

Mono magic (2)

Berried treasure

On the strongest of tree branches
A bunch of free range berries launching
Their planned dive, several feet high
Plunging into the ground below
With sounds loudly thundering
Making the earth tremor and wondering
Wether an earthquake of a great magnitude
Hit the surroundings without prelude