“The poet does not fear death, not because he believes in the fantasy of heroes, but because death constantly visits his thoughts and is thus an image of a serene dialogue” Salvatore Quasimodo
Serene Friday
Treasure
Peace, love, happiness and all good things
Because
You’ll never know, what curveballs life may bring
“Feeling the darkness within me” Gun Roswell
Noir
The darkness slowly settling in
Like the black feelings within
No sun no moon, no stars
Nothing seen but those endless scars
You might say it’s due to this, special season
But telling that lie would constitute as treason
Compared to this blue ain’t such a bad colour after all
Because, even frozen snowballs, get the blues, in hues
And then, throw in some grey and they’ll throw back some shade,
This certainly ain’t no drive in any slay in any parade
For now, let’s just keep the mood and lips in a frown
Just because, there is this great big excuse, of darkness
But I digress, since life, is always such a big mess
Anyway, so why not embrace, the noir inside and outside, less
Light, can make anything look really good
And I ain’t just talking about food!
If the oddest thing would happen; a spring with colours slapping
In all kinds of mixed odours, then I’ll be prepared
Kinda, but still wearing the noir, backed up by a choir!
“It’s that time of the season…again!” Gun Roswell
X-mas x3
Mrs Claus
The hardest working woman on the North Pole?
Surely, Mrs Claus wins the title as she plays the role
But who could blame her if even one moment she stole
For herself, taking a break, on this seasonal toll
Working with the red hooded celebrity almost the whole year
Must have some benefits but also plenty of secret fears
Never able to enjoy a solemn vacation, at least, not during this holiday season
But maybe, when Summer starts, this rat race called X-mas, she’ll be able to part
At least for a brief moment
Before X-mas vibes start storming!
“It’s that time of the season…again!” Gun Roswell
X-mas x3
Santa Claus
The long awaited guest for all the families in all the homes
With a reindeer town sleigh ride, promptly, each year, comes
The jolly fat old dude, who is never ever rude
Some might say, he’s afraid of getting sued!
Alas, down the chimney, or even through the conventional door
The presents under the tree soon for every single soul will pour
Dressed in a red suit, seeing him is surely a hoot
But you’ll never see him at his own horn to toot
Anyways, it’s that time of the season
When even a child’s fantasy cannot be a treason!
“It’s that time of the season…again!” Gun Roswell
X-mas x3
Elves
Dressed in grey and red, some trying green instead
A neatly stacked row of elves, there, sitting, on the shelf
They’ll come alive, when the clock strikes five
No matter if it’s night or day, the Elves will come out to play
If you happen to catch them in the act, then as a matter of fact
An Elf you’ll become too, at least, for an hour or two
Some say it’s just the holiday spirit kicking in
But you’ll know better, once you into their shoes are stepping in
They might be a tight fit
But squeeze your toes in, they’ll sit!
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Rainbows for all, please enter
Take a long stroll, under the lights
Under the arches, explore it
All, highs and lows, the
Building so tall, you can take a
Lift up or down, or
Choose to walk the stairs
Searching all the lairs, hidden to be
Found, and feel so proud
Posted in Haiku
“Step into my parlor, through the arch way…” Gun Roswell
Arches and entrances
Protecting from the scorching sun
A pergola with shade, and maybe a
Cooling drink, in to a
Chair you can sink, do
Nothing think for a moment or more
It is time to explore
The surroundings at ta later
Point, after cooling down, for a while
Under the shady flowery arch
Posted in Haiku/Caturday
“The cat on the lap of the known lady, what is that about?” Gun Roswell
Cat Lisa with Mona
The cat was laying on
The lap of the lady quite known
Captured in an image painted
A long time ago, by
A renaissance man familiar to us all
How did we not notice
That darn cat before, sitting
Comfortably, smiling slightly, just like
The lady we all seen
Before, but as it is
There now, the cat with a tail
Will tell you new tales
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
New friends
A friend made out of wood
In the middle of the floor stood
Dressed only in a red cap
I could not help but stare at that
It did not say much to me
As I stated hello, you see
It is made of material other
Than myself were
But that was just fine
Sometimes silence is divine
And then, sharing a cup of coffee
With a small biscotti
“Early mornings are the best” Gun Roswell
November mornings x3
Moonlight sky
The pale sky in the morning
At the time of everyone yawning
The moon popped up for a try
Taking it’s chances against the sun
Maybe, today, it could shine
All day long against the blue skies
Only fluffy clouds to dive behind
No sun could be heard or seen
But alas, the light was still bright
The moon did it’s job well today
And now it can until the ever stay
Even past the night
It can shine ever so bright
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