Photography
“Sit, because it’s a seat, so go ahead” Gun Roswell
Seated, in Cyprus
A stroll in the heat of summer
Looking for a place to recover
Taverns and restaurants beckoning
A cold drink for thirst lessening
A single seat?
Or one designed for two?
In this heat
Who could want to be glued
To someone else’s skin
With clothes this thin
“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell
Monochrome 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!”
“Fall colours in black and white! How odd!” Gun Roswell
Monochrome 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
“The sunshine too special to miss, sitting on the side of it, what a bliss” Gun Roswell
The seat on the sunny side of the yard
After a long period, of just sitting, inside
The walls surrounding only, a place none too wide
Phobias, ever growing, of all shapes and sizes
The constant companion in this great, divide
But, a hope, every now and then
The opportunity some time to spend
In the soothing and gorgeous nature exploring
Appears, without so much as a second warning
Packing up a small bag of all the necessities
Because I am planning on a long day, stress free
As this day, will be one in a long while, as one of the rarities
Due to what eve is now going around the world you see
As I finally, take my first step, outside
To be able to venture into the somewhat open wide
I feel some stain on my very own face start
But, ignoring it for a moment to settle the light
And as I look beyond the front porch of my house to part
I know now, what the strange feeling was
Feeling the sides of my face and suddenly find
That totally unexpected, great big smile
“You certainly will become a far better writer by writing and doing so, quite often, but you will also become a better travel writer, and can only happen, by writing lots about travel” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote island revisted, 3
Scenic, are the barren, and now frozen volcanic views
Just outside, and beside, the large ocean, so very blue
Here, only softest of soft and utterly fluffy white clouds
Has up there high in the skies, their dancing allowed
With so many palm trees everywhere, you think is all you can see
But look around, also other things of nature, in abundance, will appear for totally free
And don’t forget the most important aspect, of this impromptu travel arrangement, the sun’s shine, making you want to dance
The only and needed, warming, filling, even grilling, but mostly calming, sustenance
“I tend to write every single day, even more so, when I am on the road, travelling” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote island revisited 2
Lunch time, feeling hungry, as travelled all day long
And for this experience, the need is, to absolutely stay strong
A local salad, on the rocks, and of course, of hot molten lava
Maybe, try to add, into the odd mix, some delicious guava
Then for much, much later, a dessert
And you better make it, a cup of Java
For this here place, is now, our final destination
The goal, for the mind and body, an utter and total elation
Because, on this, fine, fine day, we will have lots of fun
On this, oh so remote island, born ages ago, of the sun
“Travel back in time, to the wonderful island, of Lanzarote, but only in my memories and photographs” Gun Roswell
Lanzarote Island revisited
The skies, painted in the most gorgeous colour of blue
Clouds, so totally white and fluffy, but luckily, far and few
Sun, which seems to be always shining, ever so brightly
The pool just outside, now beckoning and oh so inviting
The local, and the original dwellings painted all in white
This, magnificent place, oh, definitely is our “campsite”
Our home away from home, well, at least, for a week
What else could one want, or to be, or even, to see?
But to this gorgeous village in the middle of nowhere to flee
On an island no less, in the middle, of the very, very large sea!
“We travel,
some of us forever,
to seek other places,
other lives,
other souls.”
– Anais Nin
Grey skies above the waters
No sun, can be seen, brightly shining
When the heavy rain filled storm clouds
Fill, the whole of the visible horizon
It is that time, to start sailing, ashore
Before, the all powerful and mighty Thor
Hits, with a heavy hand, his hammer
Grey skies still above the waters
As the wind slowly subsides before
The soft and damp mist arises
Keeping nature very still and calm
After the storm has finally gone
Blue are now the surrounding skies
Blue as the clear waters all around
The sound of nature gently returning
As after all, the world keeps on turning
“It is once again that time of the year, to go out there, into the wilderness, to check out the bounty and do the harvest of it all” Gun Roswell
Mushy Mushroomy
The daily trip around the familiar park
Usually the hight light of the very day
As was the quick dash to the local supermarket
To pick up some goodies for the evening fest
So, walking the usual route around the moat
No, I wasn’t looking for any kind of boat
Just taking a stroll in the afternoon’s warming sun
Because that is the most of my daily doze of fun
Strolling along, humming off key some old song
Which I had heard, apparently years go, or so
But who is counting anyway, as getting younger, well
Yeah, that is still a thing for us old folks to slay
But, as always, I digress, and never the less
What did I spot on the path side, mouth agape open wide
As so big was my surprise, of finding these big mushy things
Oddly shaped and slimy looking nature created beings
And then, what do I do?
Stopping right there in my very steps
Looking around like a psycho for the Feds
Then quickly as there is no one around
I dive down to the very slippery ground
Pull out a small bag I keep in my pocket
And start grabbing the mushy things out of their sockets
Soon enough the bag is completely full
I get up and start running like a fool
Because, oh boy! oh boy!
Today, thar will be served mushroom soup!
“It was supposed to be a regular day at the office, but when I arrived in the early morning hours, something totally odd had happened, and this is the story of that” Gun Roswell
An ordinary day with an ordinary morning, maybe?
When the alarm clock chimed, I slowly stirred and then, started to whine
It was way too dark and way too early, to get up and about, even with a try
But alas, this poor lass, could not start the complaint process just yet
Since it was, so early and the time, to get up from the comfortable bed
On the way out, there was a shout, just behind me, as I had once again, completely forgot
To take my pre-prepared lunch with me, for you see, I too, sometimes, do have to eat
Then without further ado, I punched the pedal to the metal to hurry myself to the streets
Because today, I had to get in early, like the worm and the birdy, you know that tales plot!
The day still beginning, and I really did not feel like singing, so just listening in
To the radio and the same old tunes, playing each day, when I was on my way
Little though, had I prepped for what awaited me on the log, when trying to find my parking spot
The scene in front of me unfolding, quite the visual spectacle, or so I am telling
Nothing short out of a breath, I suddenly halted on my very taken step
Glaring, gazing, totally amazing and in complete awe, of what it was that I saw
What ever the object up there hovering above in the still dark skies
Could be anything from a flying object to the obviously sun’s shine
What ever it was, is for the viewer of the image or the listener of this tale to decide
Because me, myself, and I am still staring at the very image with my mouth open wide
What ever happened there, in the early morning hours in that very parking lot
Well, it was what it was, and the rest, well, that is a tall tale to be told with a varied plot!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 