Poetry of Everything
Over the past few weeks I’ve been rewatching Dark Matter from start to finish. It had been a while since the show wrapped up, and I was missing it. For the most part, it’s as fun as I remember. The rewatch hasn’t changed my view of the show in any big ways, but there are […]
“Like the little red riding hood, I am going through the woods” Gun Roswell
Winding Road
The forest so thick I can hardly see the trees
But never mind, I can, hop skip and squeeze
My way through the thick layer of greens
Until I find my way back, and the ever winding road I see
It’s not too far I don’t mind, as I’m making good time
This place filled with lush green and other critters
Is surprisingly calming, even friendly, without too many jitters
With a hop and a skip, I over the narrow creek leap
Then in the distance, something shining a blue
I think do I dare or would I be a complete fool
But the adventurer wins and so with a song I sing
I start towards the patch of water in the distance
Hoping maybe, it’s a lake or similar and then in an instance
I am there and find, the rarest beach of any kind
Immediately kicking off my shoe and in goes the toe
The liquid so cool and refreshing I am soon undressing
Taking a dip in the soothing lake, before an observation I make
The road ever winding, I have already been finding
As the staring point is right at this very shore
Knowing my way back is secure, I take another round in the water, just to be sure
It’s refreshing alright and soon again, I am on my way, despite
Leaving behind this great place I have come to appreciate
But swearing I’ll be back here, for an other run of this place called nature
“Travel the world, see, everything!” Gun Roswell
World Wide Wednesday
Sunrise is Around
In the early morning hours
After waking up and taking a shower
I am walking to the beach
Where, at this hour, no one else is at reach
Taking a preferred seat
On the large bolder, a perfect holder
Then, waiting for a moment longer
My eyes slowly adverting towards the corner
Where a faint spot of light appears
Over there, at the calm sea, but somehow, in the stratosphere
I watch the tiny speck of light
Turning into a most precious sight
Reds, yellows turning into white
As the spectacle of a gorgeous sunrise
I have finally witnessed
“Summer fun in so many cottages, it’s getting to a point of annoying really! ” Gun Roswell
Cottage in three
Red, yellow, any other colour, or maybe even painted black
The choices for living, really do not lack
Going around and around, never once looking back
As one, after the other, is so much better, than the last
But, for only one week at the time
Spending, my vacation, nearly, on a dime
Even the weather, is ever so fine
And I surely have no complaints, of all these cottages, oh so divine
Juggling amongst these places, some near, some far
Luckily my rucksack is not weighing, so need for a car
Summer still well spent, even if it wasn’t exactly like I had dreamt
But the experience given me so much more
I can go back to the daily grind without immediately being bored
After all, adventure is part of human nature, with or without fear
And this year, I certainly got plenty for the rest of the year
“Mundane Mondays are the best” Gun Roswell
Mundane Monday in red
When the mundane Monday raises its grey and dull head
Why not sprinkle some fun and colour up in the air instead
Maybe put some deep red on an old house
Otherwise sticking out like a sire louse
Even paint the barn door
In the colour most of us adore
And when completed all them upgraded and some leftover paint remains
Head on, to the garden and slap on a coat of smarting
Onto, the tiny windmill, always giving the chill, even warning
When the wind blows or then if it sometimes storms
So, now, definitely going strong
Simply because, red, has the perk on
This mundane Monday, not any more glum
But really starting to be fun!
“What secrets lie behind door number seven?” Gun Roswell
Secret Door
Ever so slowly
The door opens,
Boldly
Still, sneaking in
Through
The open crack
Not once
Looking back
The odds
Against me stacked
But enthusiasm
I do not lack
Walking through
One step
At the time
For now
I am feelinga
Just fine
Knowing
This place beyond
Will be mine
Breath hitches
As I am finally
Inching
My way through
Quick
Is the beat
Of my very heart
I know now
I should have
Played it smart
But it’s too late
No more do I hesitate
I am finally here
Through the doorway
Through the looking glass
I have
Now passed
And it could not
Be better!
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“A cat in the bag? Better to have a litter in the box!” Gun Roswell
A cat litter
Dear cat,
What beauty and grace you posses
How god like is your essence
Basking, in the bright light, your very existence
Alas
When the can opener is a rumbling
You come along, a tumbling
Knocking down all the nick-nacks
Pushing aside all them obstacles
Grace and beauty far gone behind
When come along galloping, the carpets entwined
Looking more and more
Like an old race horse on drugs
Or a drunken person running amok
Rather than any of my gods
And then, when there are more of you
Than just, well, one or a few
The household, is left in a total and utter mess
But, there is one thing, I must confess
I love you all, and want you here forever to stay
As I would not have things any other way!
Yours truly,
Hooman, keeper of the cats
“Just like Lego’s, the modern houses are built” Gun Roswell
Building blocks
Sometimes, adding plenty of colours so bright
Sometimes, they just stick with plain black and white
Building blocks for modern homes, several stories in height
In just a few weeks time, the parts will be assembled
As soon as the trucks arrive, the workers start to rumble
The barren construction site, soon beginning to resemble
A place for people to live, for a short moment or even longer
A place to call home, with a family, or just alone
The work finally completed, the workers are now seated
Admiring their handy work, taking pride, even if it was just a while
And everything was done, from ready made blocks
Which the companies still have plenty of in stock
And soon enough, another neighborhood will be up
Similar but not quite, to this already built site
“In the tiny garden I sit, until there is snow on the ground” Gun Roswell
Summer’s seat
When the first rays of the summer’s sun appeared
I knew immediately, I could sprint outside without fear
The bright white light burning my retinas at first
But, then I picked up my old fashion shades from dirt
Left them forgotten, discarded under a pile of dust
All through the winter months, since darkness, was a must
Noted the greening and growing grass under my bare feet
The blue skies and the flowers, yeah, I am truly glad to see
Spotting the tiny seat in the corner of the garden so small
Where it had been sitting all along, under the piles of snow
I don’t care if it’s splintered and slightly dirty
As long as I can sit in it without feeling angry
Because today is the first the of the summer life starting
This great time, mostly without bad weather and plowing
So I will be sitting here, spinning all kinds of thoughts in my mind
Until the day that the sun sets for good and it is time
To turn back into the winters dark cave
And sleep, the deep sleep, before another summer saves
Rantings Of A Third Kind 