“Nature reflecting my state of mind, just please, be kind!” Gun Roswell
Blue, the colour of nature
Frozen in a moment, the eternal torment
What’s happening in my mind
Category Archives: Haiku
Tall houses
“Living on the hill” Gun Roswell
Living on the highest floor
Of the building on the hill side
Looking over all, never falling
Shade (Haiku)
“Midday sun high up in the sky above us” Gun Roswell
Sun burning with full force
Searching for cooling shade, without any delay
Lucky me, nearby restaurant located
Outside dining (haiku)
“If it’s good weather, eat outside (in snow)“ Gun Roswell
A table set for dinner
Great food and delicious drinks in abundance
Eating outside a must tonight
Rocky (Haiku)
Bike ride gone oh so very wrong
“Riding a bike, down, down, down, the steep hill” Gun Roswell
Bike ride gone oh so very wrong
Trying too hard to impress
Stunts on a bike, without much thought
Now, leg and bike broken
No time to digress
The metal and the asphalt have spoken
Life as we know it
At least the ride of the day right now
Forgotten
Hopping along
Trying to stay strong
Something so wrong
Cannot help but laugh
It’s a really bad joke
On the rider’s expense told
But being bold
Totally so, without hesitation
One leg a hopping
Without shame back home
As it could have been worse
Ending up, in a hearse
Woody (Haiku)
“A bike of wood?”But, can you peddle it?” Gun Roswell
Woody (Haiku)
City bike street side stands
Made for rental and out of wood
Ride it fast and slow
Trio (Haiku)
“None too even, are they” Gun Roswell
Trio
The on in the middle
Clearly the leader, with soldiers on side
Do not mess with history!
Windowsill
“Dreaming in black and white”
Windowsill
Photographic portraits from yester-year
A view to die for, or kill
Dreaming, it’s all in Technicolor
Sundays I five
Posted in Haiku
“Sundays, yes, those fun days” Gun Roswell
Sundays
End the day with coffee
Take off your shades and
On to the table them place, the
Cup of coffee to enjoy
Watching people passing by, some
Of the sigh, some even smile, but
For me today is a
Day of rest, a day
Of peace, a sunny day at that
It is Sunday at last
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