“The looking glass of the world below as seen through the very small window of an airplane mid-flight” Gun Roswell
The view from above
From the port window
Flying up high
Up in the blue sky
Close to the exit
Going through the checklist
Just in case…
“Take a look through the glass, see what is on the other side, of history, to be more precise” Gun Roswell
Through another looking glass
The ancient vibes, through this very window thrive
The lush and green nature, the unexpected adventure
Waiting, for the present day traveller, just on the other side
If you feel daring enough, taking a deep dive
Into the very past of us all, the history, where time has stalled
Open the window, and take a good look around
Because there are so many wonders to be found
Just out there, outside the window of your home
Simply step though, the other looking glass
And don’t worry, you will be able to pass
Into the history behind the transparent barrier
As this, designated entryway is the very carrier
For anyone wanting to visit, their own past
“The reflections from the inside out and outside in, all coming together in a perfect mix“ Gun Roswell
The Looking Glass
The perfect view, from here to there and back again, the thin glass the only divide between, separating that which is here on the inside, to that which remains on the outside
Equal are they all in time, no matter where those left might reside, the reflections, as they are not there to divide, rather parse it all together, into a common guide
It’s all setting the scene, that not all as it was it seems, but whatever you want it to be, so do not trust your eyes, rather feel, the universe around you as nothing, is real.
“Nothing quite exhilarating there is, when you are glancing through the window peephole, seeing the world as brand new below” Gun Roswell
Through the looking glass we only really can see
The world below, too small to the one, looking from above, through the clouds which shroud the priceless blue marble, a total marvel, with all the trimmings one could ever imagine, right there, at reach, but the feat is, on how to understand it all, as being up in the tall skies, only to spy, what is happening below, before jumping in there, trying not to be the ball which simply keeps on moving, getting larger as it strolls, across each and every land, even the strands out of reach, just because there is no knowledge of what they might just seek, is a dangerous thing to do and soon, the once mighty and flavoured blue globe, is nothing more than a stinky coughed up fur ball, created by a kitten who ate too much in its greed, and so, before you decide to jump in there with the other fools, dare to take a simple peek, through the looking glass of this window, and then decide if you want to be the ball or simply just a cog, but part of the whole.
“A single window on the wall, or even a double window from ceiling to floor, it’s all the same, as you can clearly be seen through them, as they are acting as the very looking glass” Gun Roswell
Through the very looking glass
The glass will not hide it all, even if it might be covered with something quite strong, as it is always acting as the one true looking glass. Letting a peep or two, into the lives of those, who might not wish to hide anything, or at least, that is what they are ensuring, that of their very lives being an open book for anyone to read and see.
But for the others, whom might value their privacy, even if the do like to take a look outside and peek, at those around the only, and not wanting to invite them of the same courtesy, then hanging a bunch of drapes on top of them, to simply hide whatever they do not wish to be seen, by any other member outside their own family.
Just a gentle reminder, that which ever group you think you might belong to. It’s never that simple and easy to not be seen and stay in hiding. Because someone will always find you, through the looking glass!
Posted in Simply Poetry
“There’s such a fragile, thin veneer of illusion between the words “together” and “alone”.”
― Bradley Somer, Fishbowl
Life in a Fishbowl
Feeling glamourous
Standing tall
In this tiny fishbowl
I call home
Not so average
These see-through walls
Like a giant peep hole
In the twilight zone
Needing some leverage
I built a space small
Where my tired soul
Had time for its own
Now the damage
Of this famous ball
Is under control
And I, am finally, alone
Posted in Poetry and Photography
Photo challenge for PhoTrabloggers Mundane Monday
“This is a challenge created to find beauty in almost everything. The challenge is simple : find beauty in everyday mundane things, capture the beauty and upload the photographs.”
MUNDANE MONDAY CHALLENGE #45
“Mondays are mundane, like Tuesdays minus 24 hours. ”
Elevator Views
Higher and higher
Up the high riser
Like a race car driver
In this scenic elevator
Speed is getting faster
Closer up the rafter
Feeling the adventure
And the ultimate pleasure
Photo Challenge by SYLVAIN LANDRY
“I would often see windows that looked to me like they weren’t real – almost like a painting on a wall instead of a window. I thought it was kind of a cool idea” David Allee
SL-WEEK 10: Windows
Miles high up in the air
The small window the only glare
The far away lands calling
Into sweet dreams lulling
The view from the home window
Soon a fading memory of tomorrow
“Before you judge me, my actions or my ways, just take a good look in the mirror because honey, you ain’t perfect”
Mirror, Mirror
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who is the bitchiest
Of them all?
You say attitude
I say personality
Just because
I piss you off
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Who is the smartest
Of them all?
I may play dumb
Or a lazy bum
But there within lies the fun
Always thinking like
The fastest gun
Mirror Mirror
On the wall
Is it my reflection
Or a deception?
It is myself I see
Even if thee
Don’t agree
It’s always going to be
Just me
In the
Mirror, Mirror
Rantings Of A Third Kind 