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“Solitary is a mood and a place” Gun Roswell
Solitary sailing
Sailing in my tiny dingy
Across the open seas, as far as
I can be, I have
No schedules and no one
To tell me I cannot do it
For I am sailing solo
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Head on
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“Collision or just bad parking?” Gun Roswell
Head on
A head on collision at
The parking lot happened, two cars
Face to face, neither of
Them budging, toe to toe
Like two of foes, who will win
Or maybe, just bad parking?
Duo
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“Two of the same kind” Gun Roswell
Duo
Totally the same but not
They look alike, but they are different
Can you tell them apart?
They were created the same
They were brought up, by same parents
They were always the two
But there is a slight
Difference, if you look carefully enough, you’ll
See it as clear as day
Alien world
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“Looking into an completely alien world” Gun Roswell
Alien world
In to a new alien
World, in your dreams you were hurled
A place so sacred, only
A chosen few, are allowed
To visit, look around, all around, what
Do you find? Be careful!
Look at the highest skies
On to the lowest grounds, try to
Remember what you see and feel
The sights, the sounds, the
Fragrants around you, see, remember, for this
Is once in a life
Time trip, without any return
Abandoned
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“A place time forgot” Gun Roswell
Abandoned
A doorway to nowhere specific
Grass growing, no one mowing the lawn
Would you buy this place?
High rise
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“Rise up, really high” Gun Roswell
High rise
A solemn building, slightly tilting
Floors stacked upwards reaching the tallest skies
Don’t jump from the top
Blindsided
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“The strong sunlight blinded me” Gun Roswell
Blindsided
Reflections from the glassy surface
Made me cry my poor eyes out
Or was it something else?
Split View
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“I am about to split” Gun Roswell
Split View
View in all four corners
Blue my mind, like sky and ocean
Remaining inside, admiring it all
Iceberg
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“It sunk at least the Titanic!” Gun Roswell
Iceberg
I drove my boat fast
Colliding, hard, with a block of ice
Sinking, fast, that is that!
River runs
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“In the depth of the river” Gun Roswell
River runs
On the calm river glides
A boat, sailing home before the storm
Alas, no port to be found
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