“Black and white? The two colours shine so very bright, am I right?!” Gun Roswell
The Lighthouse
A tall tower and its smaller twin
Living, side by side,
On an island, made from winds
With the blue ocean wide
And the land around them thin
No hiding, from the high tide
But together they survive
For they are kind
And nothing them, can divide
“Capturing someone’s soul in a black and white photograph? Ominous? Or perhaps preservation for the future?” Gun Roswell
The Ruins
High up
On the mountain top
The basic instincts
Are kicking in:
Clouds filled, with life giving water
Arrived into the valley, with a fog like holler
Do not worry about survival anymore
Looks like the weather gods,
Rewarded us with a big score
“Colour just might be the thing, alas black and white is so much more” Gun Roswell
The Bird
Hovering above the world
Wings spread like a big bird
Voice screeching to be heard
Like a flying seagull high in the sky
Soaring, into the grey horizon
There is no one defined reason
Only the thrill of being
In the here and now
“Black and white is abstract, agreed for sure, but still something quite tangible?” Gun Roswell
The Fortress
Frost bitten branches and leaves
Above a small dwelling still heave
The wind cold and freezing
Breathing in the throat keeps on wheezing
“This weather, certainly takes your breath away”
Just be careful not too long to stay
Warm mittens and a thick coat
And certainly a woolen scarf for that throat
“In the past, life was black and white or at least some kind of greyish colouring scheme?” Gun Roswell
The Forest
Winter continues with all its muster
Snow pouring down, faster and faster
The forest with its trees covered in light
Powdery crystals in the colour of white
A passageway in front quite clear
Do not hesitate or fear
Take a step into the wonder and delight
And soon you have something about to write
“In the past, life was black and white, right? Just check out the movies!” Gun Roswell
The Tree
Snow covering, all of the land
Just like designed and planned
The Winter’s hand
Lays heavily on each strand
Not one inch de-clutched
Not one place untouched
Nature has made its mark
With a white noiseless bark
“I see a bunch of greys” Gun Roswell
Monochromania in the sunshine land
Looking at the world through monochromatic eyes
Eyes wide without any shade or disguise
Disguise, which is so easy to cover
Cover up all the faults
Faults only visible in true colours
Colours so easily distorted Distorted like the inevitable truth
Truth which cannot be hidden Hidden in the shades and shadows
Shadows only seen in the darkness
Darkness hiding in the black Black and white turning to grey
Grey, which is the true colour Colour without any kind of colour
Colour only described as monochrome
Monochrome in so many shades
Shades you learn to love Love rather than hate Hate really is such an ugly colour
Colour so much more than any other
Other could be like monochrome Monochrome mania Mania to celebrate it all
“Sailing in the past, towards the future perhaps?” Gun Roswell
Ship Ahoy! (From the past?)
Sailing in the past on the open seas forever seemingly to last
This method might not be the fastest of the safest method forward to move
Alas getting to the future so unsure?
Well, not in the hurry to do that just yet and so no jets but a slow boat
The sails flapping in the wind and when the mood swings
The sails will be lowered and the pace slower
This is the way to move, across the high seas
Never fast, wanting this special moment forever to last
They future out there somewhere, totally can wait
For this solemn sailor
“The history of us, beckons this simple onlooker from the present” Gun Roswell
Delphi, Greece in Monochrome
Enjoying the plethora of views
In the past reserved for those chosen few
As I am looking at the endless skies
Closing my eyes
The imagination of mine, taking flight
And then, stepping back in time
Finally landing in the beautiful Delphi
The time?
History, as per promised on the sign!
“The mighty ruins on top of the hill, the climb up a hassle, certainly no time to chill, but well worth the trouble” Gun Roswell
Athens, Acropolis in Monochrome
Basking in the hot summer’s sun
Smack middle of Athens, is the one they call, Acropolis
A place of fun, at least for some
Certainly a place of knowledge
And so, climbing up the mountain
Looking, searching for the fountain
Of wisdom and mostly, of history
Certainly shrouded in mystery
As I am now walking in the footsteps
Of all those famorus ancient Greeks
But, better watch for my steps
On the rather narrow and crooked path
Once reaching the top
The effort there but one hop
The view of awe and beauty in front of me
And now I know it really was my duty
To get here and learn it all
Rantings Of A Third Kind 