Daily Snaps
”It’s another Monday again folks, but today it seems to be so much nicer!” Gun Roswell
Mundane Monday and Spring Time
Apple Tree
A seat so close
You can surely get a doze
Of the fragrancy of the tree
Filled with greenest of leaves
And fully blooming white flowers
Which might just have the power
To turn the gloom in to a boom
And bring forth the time of spring
And make this day of Monday
So much better than any other day!
> Then say with me; thank goodness, it’s Monday(?)
“Hope on the scooter and let’s roll!” Gun Roswell
Together we roll
In this tiny little scooter
The two of us together
Facing the wide world
Where ever we are hurled
We are always together
Bound by an invisible tether
Rolling along the river
Even in stormy weather
But just for today
Let’s keep on a light play
Take the two-seater on a spin
And then get back for din-din
“We are in a starring role this season” Gun Roswell
Starring
A bunch of us, here together
Are coming out, in this gorgeous weather
We are the stars of this show
And when we are done, we take a bow
But until such time that our existence is over
We are part of the show which will be talked after
Our shining beauty and our excellent performance
Will make everyone wonder, how we are able to balance
Taking over the gardens and fields is a challenge
But we got lots and lots of talent
We do out bit and we do it with pride
And win any doubting Thomas to our side
Even after we are long gone with the wind
Most of our audiences will our praises sing
But don’t worry, come next season
We’ll be here again, to give everyone some action
“You won’t miss it, until it’s gone, and then, you may end up crying” Gun Roswell
Going, going, going… Gone!
A sunrise, a scented flower, or even, a pretty face
Here today, but, suddenly gone, without one single trace
You try to look for it, in all the familiar places
But alas, there is nothing left, no image, no smell, even the shadows have disappeared
Everything vanished, completely wiped out, nothing left, but an empty space
What happened? You may think
As it takes such a long time for the realization to sink
When did I see it?
It was just there a moment ago, I remember it quite clearly,
It was just there, just yesterday, or was it a year ago, maybe even ten?
What the hell happened?
Am I remembering correctly, or was it all a false memory,
Maybe an illusion, some kind of self-made delusion?
Where did the time go?
It’s all just temporary, like a juicy bit strawberry
Only good for one day, then it will slowly start to decay
Leaving you with a bad taste in your mouth
Thinking what the hell was I really thinking about
I was trying to cherish the redness of it all
Trying my devouring, my tasting to stall
But now it is almost gone
So, where oh where did I go wrong?
Use it, eat it, visit it, live it, contact them
As everything in existence, they only remain for an instant
Then under the hammer they all will go
Going once, going twice, going three times, and then, gone!
“Living through different phases” Gun Roswell
Phases
From round to crescent and back again
When observing the dark night skies
Watching, how the stars and planets align
You will notice one off thing up there
A shiny bright object, phasing from a slice to a sphere
But do not worry, as there is nothing to fear
Soon enough, the fullness will again appear
The moon, as they call it, will be as fit
As it ever can bee, for you see
It does not really disappear, but only goes to hiding
Waiting for you, to go and find it 😉
“Living through different phases” Gun Roswell
Phases
From flowery to fluffy soft
Once in a full moon, these tiny white flowers come to bloom
But none too soon, they start to slowly swoon
Their petals transforming into something completely different
As the structure slowly vanishes, leaving behind a fluffy construct
So soft and delicate
But the form still quite accurate
As the wind starts to blow
The tiny things themselves detach
Then up in to the air they flow
Flying away, really slow
In the end, only a stem remains
Because nothing here forever stays
A reminder of the circle of life
But do not worry, there is no strife
It’s all the phases each and every living thing
Must endure, whether, fall, winter, summer or spring
“So many faces, even ancient ones” Gun Roswell
Faces
Faces Forward and Sideways
Faces off the wall;
Fast forward, backward,
Even, to the side
Expressions may vary,
From grouchy, to content
And even
To a widest of smiles
The ancient figures
On the relief of yesteryear
Quite approachable
In the now and here
Take a leap back to history
And you may end up
With quite a unique story!
“So many faces, even ancient ones” Gun Roswell
Faces
Boy Face
A face from the past, made to last
In bronze it was carved, by an artist starved
A boys image, preserved through the lineage
Displayed as a portrait from ancient times
For the onlooker, a jolt of historic vibes
A charioteer, who never had any fear
Always delivering, far, beyond and even near
In his own time, perhaps an unknown figure
Now, in the present times, celebrated with vigor
Thus owning his place in continued history
“Catch the sunrise in the early morning hours” Gun Roswell
Morning Light
In the early morning hours
Waking up to the smell of flours
And after taking my shower
I head on to the harbour
It is still quite dark
As my bicycle I park
But after having thought smart
I got to a head start
While everyone else was sleeping
Of the sunlight powerful dreaming
I got to see the vision so extreme
Of the early morning light pristine
The sun slowly ascending
Behind the waters edge sending
Chills down my spine, as so splendid
The reflections of the rays trending
What a view for the day
I wish that I could longer stay
But as I slowly walk away
I feel the warmth and light on every sway
“It’s snowing, in May!” Gun Roswell
Winter Flashback
Winter Blues
I am again singing
The words just wining
As I go along
Hoping, wishing
That a very strong
Summer will appear
As I feel it was so near
Only to be taken away
Pushing me into dismay
Snow all over the place
Just hoping it long does not stay
For I was ready
For going steady
With a feeling of warmth
Long into the summer
But not it is all gone
In a wave of the wand
By the weather gods
What the fuck is wrong?
It is already May!
For god’s sake!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 