“The cat usually likes to nap, a lot it seems!” Gun Roswell
Sleepy Cat
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
Sleepy Cat
Category Archives: Photography
Photography
Permanently stuck on the rocks!
“Getting stuck in a place, a thought or life in general, can be a good thing?” Gun Roswell
On Permanently stuck on the rocks! Rocks
May I offer you:
Seawater, on the rocks
Shaken and stirred!
Sometimes the drawn lines blurred
But I am deterred
To step into the waves, nevertheless!
Surfers on the Dunes
“Take a load off, head to the beach, see what’s there for free!” Gun Roswell
Surfers on the Dunes
Surfer dudes
With attitudes
“No landlubbers allowed
There is no monkeying around!
This is serious business
With a touch of impulsiveness!
If you want to join
Let me just flip this coin:
Heads or tails
You know, this never fails:
You are in!”
All in the Details
“Something about the details of this holiday I find odd…” Gun Roswell
All in the Details
“It’s all in the details”
The designer said
As out the well made plans
She laid
Life’s a Beach
“Life can be fun, sometimes, at least on the beach” Gun Roswell
Life’s a Beach
When all troubles
Are out of reach
And every single meal,
Is a feast…
Two, One, None
“It’s beginning to look a lot like Fall, the Autumn of it all in nature” Gun Roswell
Two, One, None
It started with a few
Then there were two
Only remaining
A single one
Nothing to be done
The time for Winter
Has finally come
As soon, there will be
None
Thorny yet graceful
“Thorny! As I pricked my delicate skin on the slender stem, but the petals are gorgeous!” Gun Roswell
Thorny yet graceful
The pretty colour truly beckoned
To approach and then I reckoned
To maybe dare and touch it
As it simply looked so delicious
But, despite the tempting colours
And the most heavily odour
There was a downside there as well
Because when I leaned for it close enough to smell
And reached for the silken petals to linger
I accidentally pricked my poor finger
On the sharp as a knife like thorns
Wishing this beautify would not have shown its horns
So now, bleeding, I stand here seething
But cannot help but admire
The gorgeous rose of a flower
Who simply defended itself
Against this big humans eager offence
Boat ride on a low tide
“Romantic, or just absolutely fantastic, when on a boat ride at low tide, during the setting sun” Gun Roswell
Boat ride on a low tide
On a river, the wind making me quiver
But only slightly, as I am still smiling
My best person at my very side
And the setting sun, painting the skies
This moment certainly could not get any better
The slow hum of the vessel’s engines
Serving as music of the angels
For the small group of travellers
Who had been lucky to get a ride
Across the dark and mystical river
At the end of a perfect day full of adventure
Soon it would be totally dark
Only light to guide our path would be the stars
But for now, the show by the sun
Was the utmost and complete fun
And the promised dinner at a local haunt
Was soon becoming in full view at the front
Steering the vessel to the end of a short pier
Even in the darkened night there was nothing to fear
The laughter of al the passengers sharing a joke
Filling the night air, by the time of dock
Debarking the small boat and a short walk later
Seated at the restaurant, with drinks and food on plater
The perfect night, with perfect company to spend
Life as I know it could not get better, until eventually
l this all has to end
Blue in monochrome
“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 in complete motion
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 