“The slow pace of the motorised vessel towards the setting sun.” Gun Roswell
Take that axe
Off your back
Just, sit down
And then, relax
And I’ll bet
A bluest of sunsets
By the seaside
You’ll never forget
You wil be able
To see
Sunset Boat
Tag Archives: blues
Blues across the board abroad
“Looks gorgeous doesn’t it, even if it is all blue.” Gun Roswell
Sailing, into the blue, to cure, all, of my sad blues, unfortunately failing, now continued sailing away, in the blue, as it seems to be eternal, for us, chosen few.
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
Waters (one)
“Splash into the calming blue hues or crystal clear creek ever so inviting” Gun Roswell
Waters
Sun shine
Life is fine
Cool blues
With a touch of
Turquoise
Sun tanners
On their sun beds
Set as decoys
A picture so vivid
As the waters liquid
Buy this image?
Maybe,
But lately
It has only
Rained 😉
to travel
“to travel broadens the mind, to some extent“ Gun Roswell
to travel
ah, to travel and see the world
land, where ever you’re hurled
into a soft comfy bed get curled
find out all the gems and pearls
it’s almost,
like living in a dreamworld
The seating with the blues
“The weather is quite blue, the skies, the ocean all in the same hue, so why not a seat too!” Gun Roswell
The seating with the blues
The day started under signs of calming and wonder, as the skies indicated nothing but blue hues all the way, reflecting the mood, if not so down, then at least no up or downward frowns, only thoughts of could be’s and what if’s in the mind, as good days or positive thoughts seemed to have been hard to find, at least lately, despite the calm of the surrounding blue to be found most times, as the blues was the constant for most days.
So, on this day, taking a chance, without too much of a stance, as resistance usually was on the futile end, as said, most days, behaving more like a Borg drone than anything else was the mode of operandi. Still, today it all seemed somewhat different and up beat even on many levels, because today’s promise of sunny day, under the shade and in a remote seat, in the colour of blue, was the premise made to lure out there, outside of the house.
So, headed out, without, further doubt, heading set to the destination coordinates and with that in mind, setting aside all fear, content on getting to the blue hued seating area soon enough and then enjoying the day without further though of being out there, fear gone, disappeared to the soothing, of blue.
The cat with the blues
“The cats too can feel the blues and then sing it out loud” Gun Roswell
The cat with the blues
The furry and fluffy and alway happy friends of ours, the felis catus, the domestic cat, homey or stray, does not matter anyway, as they may easily give their feelings away, even more so than their hooman counter parts, and when they do, they too, will sing the blues, and they will do it any time it will them suit.
So, when you hear the tones of the song, with a hint of an off key drawl, filled with lots of sadness echoing across the long and narrow allies, rest assured, those are the cats of the hood, yours, theirs, no one’s, all of them meowing the same tune, that of the sorrow filled blues.
And before you threaten to sue, just look into your very own self for that specific blue, because all of us have it, most likely buried deep inside, forgotten, denied, even to the others lied, but it’s there and if you like, you too may let it all out, join the crowd, of felines yodelling out loud, and soon enough, the feelings have passed and the songs of sadness have released the laughs, all simply fine, no sin or crime.
Window view – the imaginary scenery
“I don’t think I can ever get tired of the scenery outside my window” Gun Roswell
Window view – the imaginary scenery
The many lands, the foreign vistas, the great unknown and all the open possibilities
For the exploration, to what ever lies outside, these empty and dull suburban streets
Behind the frames of this view, ever changing, but still, mostly, the same remaining
Window with the most perfect view, at least in my mind, leaving me feeling, never, ever blue
As I sit at the sidelines, in my usual comfortable seat and think of the open wide
World, just at reach, at least, in my mind, out there, outside, I cannot help but smile
As I gently lull myself into a dream state lazy, and then travelling to all the places
Wherever my own imagination dares me to carry, smoothly, never in any kind of hurry
Having always the perfect amount of time, to explore, to see, to feel, to live in it all
Even if it is never, well really, quite real, it is still, a trip or sorts, out there
Never leaving the comfort of these walls of my sombre home, still, never really alone
Not at least, when visiting these, far away lands in my mind, for the perfect scenery to find
Rantings Of A Third Kind 