To build a summer cottage by the seashore

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“The summer still continues, even if it is starting to fall, towards the winter season, simply, green all over, maybe a nature’s treason?” Gun Roswell

To build a summer cottage by the seashore

The tiny wooden made shack, by the seashore stands, sideways slacked
It’s really not much to look at, just a few odd planks together stacked
But for the one that built it, this little house, might just be, the perfect fit
A summer’s cottage, or a simple, almost a tent type thing, on the beach sits

Alas, the rough and unforgiving autumn winds soon will fall
Upon each and every single plane, even up, to this remote shore
If the tiny summer cottage will the beating of weather’s wrath survive 
Then come next spring, the dweller will have a place to return just fine

But, until that time, the sun will still shine
The clear blue waters and even the skies
Will be totally able to provide
The needed light and warmth to get by
Here in the tiny beach house, oh so divine

Blue, by the seashores of more

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“Nothing paints the feeling of longing and sadness better, than the colour of blue, right?” Gun Roswell

Blue, by the seashores of more

Autumn descended, over the land of green
The colours still vibrant, more gorgeous than ever seen
But, the one constant shade, in this, all
Whether winter, spring, summer of even fall
Is the one, of the coolest and deepest, of blues
Still, hovering, over the stormy seas, as the one true hue
The solemn colour of decor, clothing or even the mind
When the world around you, has not been, that kind

Alas, being blue, singing the blues, is not as bad as you may think
Especially, when reflecting the calm hue, over that kitchen sink
It is a reminder, of those warm and sunny lazy summer days
Where the time by the seashores of the more, were spent in a daze
Now, reminiscing, those nostalgic times, some bad some just fine
Some of them even spent, by the waters edge, sipping, cheap wine
So, if you now, decide to spend your time, in all the blues
Then hey, there are always silver linings, to each and every colour’s hue!

Grey skies above the waters

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“We travel,
some of us forever,
to seek other places,
other lives,
other souls.”
– Anais Nin

Grey skies above the waters

No sun, can be seen, brightly shining
When the heavy rain filled storm clouds
Fill, the whole of the visible horizon
It is that time, to start sailing, ashore
Before, the all powerful and mighty Thor
Hits, with a heavy hand, his hammer

Grey skies still above the waters
As the wind slowly subsides before
The soft and damp mist arises
Keeping nature very still and calm
After the storm has finally gone
Blue are now the surrounding skies
Blue as the clear waters all around
The sound of nature gently returning
As after all, the world keeps on turning

Elements of Water

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“The elements of nature, can be sometimes harsh, other times, they can be soft, calm and a refreshing balm for this tired, human body” Gun Roswell

Elements of Water

The blue and endless waters with the soft sandy beaches, beckoned this weary traveller, before becoming too bored

The lure of it all, oh so tempting, and before I knew what was happening, I had made my way to the end of the very shore

The waves softly, even gently, splashing, against the solid rocks, the sand so soft beneath my shoes and socks

The nature, with a full knowledge of its certain affect, on this poor soul, as it made me all the way to this gorgeous site venture

And before the day was done, and I had all the possible fun, this place had become my most treasured adventure

Something about the water

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“The water so blue and alluring, is there something more there me tempting?“ Gun Roswell

Something about the water

The shimmering of the calm surface
Had me thinking of a possible prefix
The calming of the bluest of hues
Might be some kind of inviting lure

The waters so clear and alluring
I am slowly towards the edge walking
Was this a conscious choice?
Or was it, some kind of calling voice?

As soon as I reach the very end 
Of the soft and warm sand
I tip my toes into the cool woes
The promise of something so much more

A moment later, I realise
I am no longer trying to surmise
As to what made me here to come
Rather enjoying a back stroke in the pond

There is just something about the water
Even if being just a lowly human and not an otter
Dipping into the liquid state
Well, I am not really sure, why one should hesitate

Let the gentle waves lull, salve and slightly swirl
Carry the ever tired body to the end of the world 
And if you really want, stay there for ever in a lore
Or then, come back to reality and simply swim back to the shore

Seat and the Shade

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“There is always room for one more, on this very seat, the seat, in the total shade” Gun Roswell 

Seat and the Shade

The midday, right in the middle, of the month of May
It might even be June or July, alas, the month is not the why
But rather, the shining of the sun and the glaring of the sea
And where, in the scorching heat, is safest to flee
Is it diving, into the water or maybe hiding, under a tree?
Or take cover in the cooling air-conditioned shop you see?
But what if you need to buy something
Even a the smallest thing, but forgot to bring
Your purse or any kind of method of payment?
Then no, you cannot enter the establishment
Because the option of loitering means banishment

Then, out there, in the far corner of the eye
There is something so familiar, your eyes spy
The contours of some kind of a furniture
No!, Could it? Is it? And right there, in the shade?
No, it simply cannot be true, what I see
A bench, a solemn respite, in the shadows, under a tree
I run as humanly possible in this heat
And as I reach it, i can clearly see it
Yes, it is the one simple saviour I have search
In this hour of afternoon sweat and cursed
But now, I simply forget it everything else
As I slump down on this heavenly seat
And boy, am I beat! I think, I might get some sleep!

Look down, now!

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“Watch out for the ledge, you might just fall, down!?” Gun Roswell

Look down, now!

Quick, look down!
Look down right now
Now, you see it?

It? What is it you mean?
Do you mean the ocean?
Ocean as blue as the sky?

The sky, so very high
High as is this drop down
Down, way down to the bottom

The bottom of the pit
The pit, which in you fall
Fall, and never up crawl

Crawl as hard as you may
May you forever down there stay
Stay until the rapture

The rapture?
What if the rapture is something nice?
Nice, as a slice of pie?

A pie you can enjoy
Enjoy just like this pit
This pit, where I now sit

Sit until the end
The end of times
Times which are so great

Great as the ocean wide
Wide as this beach here
Here in the pit
The pit, where I now sit

I see what you are trying to pull
Pull it real hard, as I am no fool
Fool enough though, to sink

Sink to the very pit
The pit which in you now sit
Sit together we will
Until the end of times

Helsinki Sea view Panorama

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If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears” Cesare Pavese

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Helsinki Sea view Panorama

The city, with a view of a wide panorama
The display, fully, filled with so much drama
Well, at least, in the words of this poetry to write
Just look at it! Then there will be no argument or fight!

Slow Sailing

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“The sails are hoisted, let’s set sail, to the promised land” Gun Roswell

Slow Sailing

Down the lake side
In the great open wide
It’s only slow sailing
Without too much of failing
As the window comfortably blows
The sun sometimes up shows
This is the calming life
After the weekly strife

Just a small dingy with a sail
Me, myself and I, never flail
The perfect moment just here
In this place, on this small sphere
Almost alone in the world
But somehow not, awaiting to be hurled
Into the crowded spaces
As soon as this trio is ending
But that is just fine with me
As I got this moment to spend with just me

The wide of it all

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“The great wide of it all, still the world looks a tad small, don’t ya think?” Gun Roswell

The wide of it all

When on a trip, out there, you know, abroad
Then looking at the great wide of it all
With a pair or set of completely new eyes
Wonders of nature, exotic people, all that I spy
Nothing is boring, as my mind keeps on soaring
Waiting for that next thrill, just around the corner
Maybe I am a little sad, that I wasn’t born here
But then again, I don’t think I would so much time spend
Experiencing the great wide of it all