“The waters beckon the weary traveller for a relaxing swim” Gun Roswell
Water front
The calming ocean view with an ever changing hue Is the best place to have a much deserved break After a long days of work, feeling like a drained jerk Then taking a long walk to the alluring waters front Sitting down while waiting for that permanent frown To slowly die down as watching the soft hitting waves Or the sandy beaches make their supposed escape After a while, something odd is happening, a smile! As the brain system quiets down off the effect of wow As this is nature’s healing at best, so forget the rest Nothing can beat this awesome view and calming effect Which only from the great wide outdoors you can get
“The elements of nature, we all need love and sometimes fear too“ Gun Roswell
Fire, Stones and Water
The fire, burning so brightly, warming body and soul, but also good for cooking all kinds of meals. But, treat it with much respect, as burned you will get if too close to it you stick your finger. Just admire it from a far and you will be fine as it is quite the element from the divine.
The stones, much like sticks, might break your slender bones. But, you can also use them to build so many a structures, which will stand the testament of time. The architecture also, from the divine or then some of it, may illicit, a smile, as someone had just a made a simple pile.
The water, the oldest balm of them all, the place, where we were all born. It is the essence of our survival, the stuff we are mostly made off, but also, it looks good. The colour, the waves, sometimes even watery graves. But fear not, and dare, to take a dive into the calming cool blues, with a multitude of hues it keeps our imagination alive as much as ourselves too.
“Cool, calming, ever so charming, is the water, in the colour of blue or basically, any other hue will do” Gun Roswell
Blue, Bluer, Bluest
Water reflecting the surrounding blue skies and the ocean hues, on to the surface, of the small pool, situated on the patio, painted in blue. The pools so totally small it only fits one person at the time, which is all, just fine, as I really do want to be, left alone. At least, for the very moment, when I am feeling blue, brooding, within my few thoughts, which is really not a lot, but still, something, telling when surrounded, by all the blue. I really do enjoy, the blueness of it all, the water, the sky, the painted WHY on the wall. The colour of my t-shirt, jeans and even my eyes, all blue as am I. What ever it is, it’s gotta be blue, the coolest, and most calming hue. Like that of water. Water so fine, it is almost divine and that, makes me smile, even if I am so totally blue, it is almost transforming my very being to a translucent cool blue hue. But, more the blues, is really not that bad, as it does not have to be sad. Just blue, bluer and then I am turning to the bluest of them all.
“The sounds of splashing water, reminds me, of summer, days spent by the seaside, watching the waves coming to shore“ Gun Roswell
Splashing Water
Water around splashed, as the blurry projectile, into the cooling waves dashed It wasn’t officially, the season for any kind of water games, but it was all the same For the adventurous crusader of the elements, taking the plunge without hesitance The others would just have to wait, the fire, the wind, even digging in the dirt As the inviting liquid, no matter what state it was in, cold, hot, stormy or even Tornado level tsunamis leaving, the ever venturing object of a body heaving In anticipation of the varied feelings, when playing among those alluring components Made by free, well, almost, by nature itself, a long time ago, so, even if exited Just try to take it slow and enjoy, all the waves possibly caused, while diving in There is no loose or even a win, just a moment of fun, while riding ever so high On the tall waves of the splashing waters, frolicking around with the sea otters And after all that needed to be done, for the fun, the adventurer will return, home
“The darkness, the rain, it’s pretty much the same, whether night or day, it is after all, Autumn and Fall“ Gun Roswell
Rain in Autumn
Nothing like the rain, on a very dark and cold day The street lights, the only shining guide, on the way Alas, I cannot inside, the warm home, for long stay So, the only option, is to trot out and the weather slay
Running across the puddles, trying not too much to huddle But the coldness still seeps through, even if I am full proof With all the modern gear; with a coat, boots and a hat to wear But then again, I don’t intend, out here too much time to spend
As I huff and puff my way quickly to the comfort of another house And try not to think about how much of an total louse The great and wide outdoors is, during this time of the year I go back in my mind, to a much kinder time, with much cheer
Reality hits, in a form of a splash against my hips A car passing by, must have thought never mind As it hurried across the street, without much of a deep Understanding of pedestrian code, rather going on strong
So, dripping wet, I hurry to the awaiting door And I really wish, getting from A to B, wasn’t such a chore But it is that time of the season, the circle never ending Where sometimes, you need to wallow and end up spending
Time with the weather so completely and totally frustrating Almost, almost, starting the fall, completely hating Just to give that sense of summer and it appreciating Deciding, that best bet is, simply staying inside, and it waiting Is most likely, the best option I could ever, be making
“There are plenty of places to dive, to swim or even row, in Greece, in a small cove” Gun Roswell
Greece and the Water
Clear blue, endless, cloudless skies, and cool, refreshing blue waters Suitable, for us lowly peasants, and even, for the kings daughters
The ancient, mighty monuments, surrounded, by the crystals glittering The many images of the castles, forts and other similar types, on the surface reflecting
Waterfalls, existing in a garden or even, carved by nature A calming effect, is just the same, no matter which way you venture
When the night slowly falls, and the time, totally stalls The birds are taking their final flight, before tucking in, for the darkening night
Here I am, sitting, contemplating, for a moment, by the turquoise pool Now, slowly changing, into deep dark colours, by the eerie shadows
Playing, on the surface, finally daring in, for a nightly dive, in the liquid space Refreshing, rejuvenating, before finally, falling, into deep sleep in this heavenly place
“Under the shining sun, beside the blue seas, my parasol and I, sleep” Gun Roswell
Blue and the Parasol
The sun”s shine beckoned with its shiny warmth To come and lay down on the sand covered sea shore Where the ever changing blues are the colours of all And time itself has come to a complete and utter halt
When stepping into the bare and fine stand for the first time I cannot help but to be amazed of the beauty and then crack a smile Feeling so tiny in this place open and totally wide As even the critters beside me are so completely kind
Side by side, me and natural inhabitants coexist As the calming effect of the sea and the skies me enlist The other side of the world no longer matters or exist As me and my parasol have laid a claim this spot of pure bliss
From sunrise to sunset , myself I let This gorgeous natural resort leave me with an effect Of calm, unhurried, never too worried kind of specs Who knows, I may stay here until the time of my final rest
“See through and solid, make an excellent team” Gun Roswell
Glass and Concrete
A sturdy structure, basis on the concrete Alas, through itself, you cannot see Enter an element still solid, yet so clear That when you take a peek, you are able to leer Like a looking glass, the light and the spying eyes will pass A potent combo of concrete and glass The possibility, might as well, quite long last But breakable is one half of it With the very same essence from which the other was built So, tread lightly, don’t step on the see-through part That is the way, to play it really smart!
“There are plenty of places to dive, to swim or even row, in Greece, in a small cove” Gun Roswell
Greece vs. Water
Clear blue, endless, cloudless skies, and cool, refreshing blue waters Suitable, for us lowly peasants, and even, for the kings daughters
The ancient, mighty monuments, surrounded, by the crystals glittering The many images of the castles, forts and other similar types, on the surface reflecting
Waterfalls, existing in a garden or even, carved by nature A calming effect, is just the same, no matter which way you venture
When the night slowly falls, and the time, totally stalls The birds are taking their final flight, before tucking in, for the darkening night
Here I am, sitting, contemplating, for a moment, by the turquoise pool Now, slowly changing, into deep dark colours, by the eerie shadows
Playing, on the surface, finally daring in, for a nightly dive, in the liquid space Refreshing, rejuvenating, before finally, falling, into deep sleep in this heavenly place
“There is plenty of rock in good old Greece” Gun Roswell
Greece vs. Rock
Rocks piled, one by one For miles, they seemed to go on Maybe, it was a puzzle, the ancients tried to do Or maybe, it was a fortress, for the chosen few
There it stands, visible from all over the land A mighty pile of rock, a wall if you will, proudly stands Make it what you will, a castle, a monument or ancient ruins They old ones surely knew, when they built it, what they were doing
Here we are, the modern kind Staring, gawking, wondering, of the find I guess what ever the vision calls for But in a good way, they had us all
We have written the history for ourselves Memorizing the past, from the books on the shelves Conjuring stories behind the old buildings and kind Never knowing, where the truth, really lies
Rantings Of A Third Kind 