Daily Snaps
“There are plenty of summer cottages out there, just need to look for them, maybe stay there for free?” Gun Roswell
The rather flimsily built house,
Perhaps not even fit for a field mouse,
But it’s well ventilated just the same,
Even if it does not hold that much thunder and rain,
Alas, during a day of most perfect sunshine;
It’s the best place to inside hide,
Just remember to wear lots of sunblock!
“So, we meet again! My dearest, not! Monday! Why can’t you be gone already?” Gun Roswell
Monochromatic
It’s really electric
Even with only a few colours
You can smell the odours
Of the world of greys
Where all the light
And even shadows stay
Monochromatic
Is the world often seen
But even the plain shades
From white to all the greys
The nuances are there
You just need to stare
And up they pop, in your face
Monochromatic
I am getting quite ecstatic
The dance of light
And the bass of shadow
Never me fail
Just letting it all go
The bright colours
Do not bother me anymore
“It’s like sitting on a piece of history.” Gun Roswell
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
“Keep on watching the skies, you may end up in a surprise!” Gun Roswell
From tiniest of crescent
To the fullest of size
Each time a perfect present
But never quite, a surprise
“The Natural History Museum in London is a museum, that is exhibiting a vast range of specimens from various segments of our natural history, it would be unnatural to skip this place on any visit!” Gun Roswell
If you are in doubt
Then go and check out
Visit the place of history
And follow the whole story
Of where we came from
“To travel across the globe, which one of these modes is yours?” Gun Roswell
On the open road
With a heavy load
A location in mind
Trying to unwind
Travelling on wheels
Has its appeals
But getting somewhere far
In only a car
Can be a chore
Changing the score
Picking up some wings
Has its wins
But if you want some style
And sail up the Nile
A boat or a yacht
Is worth getting stuck
If you want to do it old style
And travel with a big smile
The coolest way
With the hips in sway
Doing some recycling
Then, pedal a bicycle
“A great city is not to be confounded with a populous one” Aristotle
Acropolis of Athens
Who knows, what happens
In this place of fun
And place of knowledge
The Parthenon, Propylaia and Erechtheion
Just to name a few of them
One named after the mighty
And powerful Athene Nike
Join us on this uphill travel
Maybe some mysteries will unravel
While roaming the ancient ruins
Like some pilgriming druids
“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell
As always, during the last day of the week
The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek
But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot
You know you need to find, that one special spot
Where you are able to rest for a moment
Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment
When trying to gain that much needed momentum
To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion
“There is nothing more invigorating, than the smell of fresh brew in the early morning hours, when stumbling out of the bed, half asleep. It is the only medicine for the cure of not being awake.” Gun Roswell
The early morning hours, never the easy ones for this sleeping ugly, because that is the correct word to describe the monstrous thing getting out under the covers and stepping their giant feet to the cold floor, nothing pretty to be seen, only scowls, snide remarks upon being dressed and worse remarks and quips if being asked. Surely, not a morning being, at all.
But, that will all change, once the medicined kicks in. And by that is meant, the one and only true healer, the saviour of it all, the one which can the biggest mountains make one move, and then to put on the daily groove, to any annoyed and sleep deprived person, the big uncooperative monster had just become during the night time.
Alas, the smallest scent will make the sleepy entity hell bent, on getting up and down stairs, bursting into the kitchen with nostrils flaring, taking a deep breath, inhaling the elixir of life, taking a sip, savouring the taste, then another soon to follow, until finally, the whole cup is drained of the darkest of brews, and then only, will do, a conversation or any other query, if feeling daring, as this is just the first cup, after all.
“There is always room for one more, on this very seat, the seat, in the total shade” Gun Roswell
The midday, right in the middle, of the month of May
It might even be June or July, alas, the month is not the why
But rather, the shining of the sun and the glaring of the sea
And where, in the scorching heat, is safest to flee
Is it diving, into the water or maybe hiding, under a tree?
Or take cover in the cooling air-conditioned shop you see?
But what if you need to buy something
Even a the smallest thing, but forgot to bring
Your purse or any kind of method of payment?
Then no, you cannot enter the establishment
Because the option of loitering means banishment
Then, out there, in the far corner of the eye
There is something so familiar, your eyes spy
The contours of some kind of a furniture
No!, Could it? Is it? And right there, in the shade?
No, it simply cannot be true, what I see
A bench, a solemn respite, in the shadows, under a tree
I run as humanly possible in this heat
And as I reach it, i can clearly see it
Yes, it is the one simple saviour I have search
In this hour of afternoon sweat and cursed
But now, I simply forget it everything else
As I slump down on this heavenly seat
And boy, am I beat! I think, I might get some sleep!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
