Daily Snaps
“Feeling all kinds of ways…” Gun Roswell
Blue in monochrome
That moment of blue soon to descend
When the sun on the sea finally lands
Having been watching, waiting, hoping
Only for the darkness and the blues
The blues in so many coloured hues
Upon the small me to blend
“Blue like the wide clear ocean, blue like the highest skies, as is my memory in motion” Gun Roswell
Blue in complete motion
The ocean, turned to a cool blue
As if deriving it from the sky’s hue
The sun was still shining
Us towards nature entwining
It was a perfect of blues for us few
Who had felt the presence of the colour
And then smelling its eternal odour
For our whole lives having been revolving around blue
And now it was once again beckoning
Us toward the total most reckoning
Being united with the blue
Now and forever feeling the true blue hues
“Is it a moped perhaps a hog? Something really small?” Gun Roswell
Black hog (Haiku)
Black bike parked on street
Its name Hog of Black earned well
Riding it no one can
“It’s only food but so delish” Gun Roswell
Bite me!
I am oh so delicious
You may call me precious
I am juicy an think
Please, you’re teeth into me sink
I may be only food
But I will make you feel so good
From your mouth and into your tummy
The only thing you can think is ‘yummy’
So bite me do
Please, a little chew
I m the best you’ll ever see
So on your marks, go, and eat
“The colour of black looks really great on a mysterious cat” Gun Roswell
Black as in a Cat
In need of something so cool, something quite sleek, something or someone, so totally deep.
Well, look no longer, as there she is, standing right there, in the middle of the busy street!
It is the black cat, of course, smart as that, all dressed in the latest fashion, well, yes, black!
And despite her being, well, a cat, she is well aware of looking good but, still, feeling laid back.
She is the model, pun intended, for each and every street dweller, her looks turning heads.
Human and animal alike, this black dressed feline will elicit smiles, as she all of them passes by.
Strutting in her slender paws, no one who has seen her can’t but stand it utter awe.
As this fashion forward cat of the streets, keeps on going with her head held high and eyes in a wink.
“Ride the old bike found in the shed, neglected, but still, working” Gun Roswell
Bike Ride
On a cold winter night in my bed I lay
Dreaming, of a perfect summers day
The sun is shining, blue skies and fields are filled with hey
My trusted steed by the doorway
Ready and waiting for a little hike
Just me, myself and my green bike
Alas its still a long way to take
But i keep on dreaming as I lay awake
For that perfect summer day
And when on my bike I ride away
“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell
Blue, Green and Yellow
When the breeze hits the lower cools
And most colours, start turning in to blue
And then, you may just, detect
A hint, of that wilder green effect
All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state
Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring
Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh
When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect
It’s of the brightening sun’s effect
That glorious yellow, a simple add-on
But never, quite something, you soon will forget
“The open gateway eternal to the past and future, may hold the answers you seek?” Gun Roswell
Eternal
The gateway, eternal, opened at last
The one to travel through, to the future and even, to the past
Oddly, it wasn’t really visible until recently
Even if it was standing out there, in the open air, quite prominently
Maybe, it was just, that we did not want it to see
Because, the given and open option to flee
Which ever way, the deep dark mind could agree
And even scary, it also may have been seen
To completely delve into the very history
Or then, to find out what future dystopia |
Awaits, if one dares to take, just on tiny peek
Because nothing on either end of the spectrum
May truly be, what you always seek
“Driving, in retro style” Gun Roswell
Blue bug
In the street corner
A blue lonely bug
Just wanted a hug
Or a driver to take
On a road trip near a lake
Painted in blues
In all shades and hues
She matched the skies
But were her expectations too high
For where could she find
That one person so kind
Now all she could do is cry
A little while later
When all hope was almost lost
A tiny girl in pig tails
Turned up and stopped
She asked the tiny car,
Clearly very scared
“Why so sad
The sun is shining clouds are blue
Just like you
Shouldn’t you be glad?”
The bug answered:
“I am old
It makes me cold
Not fashionable
Nor lovable
Cannot find one soul
Who would drive me
To the lake or sea”
The little girl felt bad
Then had an idea and laughed:
“Have no fear
I’ll drive you my dear
Alone no more
Neither sore”
She then hopped into the bug
Luckily she was small because the bug was quite snug
Driving together to the sunset
Never each other going to let
“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell
Blue and the Seat
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
