Posted in Mundane Monday/Haiku
“From a balcony window, reflections from the past” Gun Roswell
Dreams reflected
Looking, like a time warp
Appearing onto the windows, of every house
My dreams bounced all over
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Sunday On My Mind
Posted in Sunday
“Sunday is so much better than Monday” Gun Roswell
Sunday On My Mind
Why, is Sunday
Always on my mind?
When the working week starts
And Monday feelings smart
I have Sunday on my mind
If Tuesday brings some fun
Until Wednesday things get done
But enter Thursday
A total loose day
And again, I have Sunday on my mind
Finally Friday arrives
My face all in smiles
Feelings of Sunday on the arise
Quickly passes Saturday
My proverbial Caturday
One more night to sleep
In a slumber so deep
Dreaming, of Sunday
The one day
Always, on my mind
Oh universe, please be so kind
And let it always be, Sunday!
Descending (Mundane Monday)
Posted in Mundane Monday/Haiku
“A ray of light on a cloudy day” Gun Roswell
Descending
Descending from the heavens above
A ray of hope and light, maybe?
But then, the storm breaks
Sunday
Posted in Sunday
“I am always looking for Sunday” Gun Roswell
Sunday
sunday
the one day
i wish to stay
forever
but
already monday
rears its ugly head
wish any other weekday
would turn up instead
Writing on the Wall for Mundane Monday
Posted in Mundane Monday
“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar
Writing on the Wall
Mysterious graffiti on the wall..
The artistic views of street dwellers under influence of alcohol
Or possibly an alien message; someone who just wanted to make a home call
Two Geese A-walking for Mundane Monday
Posted in Mundane Monday
“I think you can find all the elements that you can find in great literature in mundane experiences” Harvey Pekar
Two Geese A-walking
On the second day of May
What comes my way
But, two geese a-walking…
Raindrops for Mundane Monday
Posted in Mundane Monday
“Raindrops keep falling on my head…”
Raindrops
Rain pouring down the window frame
Feeling tired and totally lame
Staring into the stream of transparent liquid
My mind drifting and slumber comes quickly
In my dreams I start to wander
Into a place full of wonder
Where the sun is always shining
and nothing and no one is never minding
The tall tales of winter
Now left far behind me
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