Photography
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Here’s looking at you, kid!
The shoes reflected in the
Mirror in a tiny box, a car of
Sorts, a lift in another
Place, a random encounter of
One self, since there was no were
Else to hide, the why
Not snap some pix of
The shiny pink shoes, staring at each
Other in the shiny mirror
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Do not enter!
The red colour should be
The indication of something different happening here
Maybe a painted round plague
Would be the final clue
“Do not enter, this is not for
You to be inside, nothing
Here to see for you”
Just follow the instructions and you cannot
Go a miss, on this
Street at least!
Posted in Haiku
“It’s all someone’s art, trust me!” Gun Roswell
Art series
Bottled goods
Don’t let the colourful exterior
Fool you, it is the interior which
Counts,especially for bottled goods
Take one down, pass the
Bottle around, fill all the waiting glasses
Then do a round of
Cheers! And sooner than you
Know, there will be nothing but leers
All around you, bottoms up!
Posted in Haiku
“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
The moon dashed across the
Red skies, peaking through the painted clouds
But alas, it had no
Time for shrouds, as it
Wanted to be out loud and proud
Shining through its dark side
It really had nothing to
Hide, not now not ever, even the astronauts
Had made their mark forever
Happily shining through the darkness
Laughing at those who dared to bark
No less but it too
Was open to all different
Types, as it had to hide its
Darker side for an eternity
Visible
Posted in Seat Sunday
“It’s been a hard days night” Gun Roswell
Workaday Seat
When the day at the office
Gets to the point, you could care less
The coffee cold and bitter
And you just want to escape the litter
Then suddenly in the corner of your eye
A perfect respite you spy
Just when you thought you were about to burn
The daily grind takes a better turn
Quickly, making your way
And laying your claim
On the armchair most comfortable
And it even has its own table!
Who said it was all but hard labour?
Now, be a dear and do me a favour
Run downstairs to the cafe
And get me a fresh pot of coffee?
Posted in Haiku
“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
A slow eve in suburbia
The streets filled with peace as the
Day is ending and inhabitants
Are landing to their dwellings
After day so long, the feeling of
Strong almost gone and the
Time to lay down your
Hair is upon, just look outside, peep
Through the windows and doors
Let nature play this score
And your mind to rest restore before
Laying your head onto bed
Tonight
Posted in Haiku
“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
Red around the horizon, does
It mean the sun is setting or
Arising? Does seem so surprising
It looks so neutral and
Red, but do you want to bet
Which time of the day
It really is, without looking
At the clock, and if i tell
You, will it shock you?
Neither
Posted in Haiku
“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
There may not be a
Stop sign per say, clearly marking the
Go away, but when you
See it all painted in
The brightest of reds, then take the
Hint, it means no unwanted
Visitors, solicitors of any kind
Will step over to this property and
If that offends thee in
Any way, then hey, that
Is not really a problem for me
So do seek some elsewhere
Please
Posted in Haiku
“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
Red berries for breakfast, red
Berries for lunch, maybe even some during
The break time, but none
For dinner, that is the
Spinner, eating only from the other palette
Rich foods and such, but
None too much, because it’s
Good to leave some room for dessert
Maybe even the rec berries?
Posted in Haiku
“I see red, always red” Gun Roswell
Red
Red is the colour of
The sky when the sun is still
High when it starts to
Set, painting all the clouds
In it’s wake, knowing full well what
Is at stake, fighting its
Way, to stay, when its
Not supposed to remain but give room
To the moon to watch
Over the night skies, until
The time of the darkness is over
And the stars switch positions
Once again, letting the sun
Rule the daily light skies, till such
Time it needs to go
Again
