“Time for summer winds and sails” Gun Roswell
Close enough to the mountains
Close enough to the seashore
As I try to some mountains score
That is simply, because
I really want a picture perfect to adore
So now, here I am, browsing
The sea line slowly drowsing
Hoping for that best of scenes
In my view point to achieve
Maybe not today, maybe not to tomorrow
But I know that even if I have to borrow
An image from some other land
I will get my mountain view as here I stand (or sail)
“The ocean beckons to be explored, but today, I feel like such a bore, and simply want to rest for a while longer, on top of the calming waves” Gun Roswell
It’s oh so very quiet and calm!
The calming of the waves, as soon as I my head will lay, on top of the smoothing surface at any, body gently floating, as it is coping, with this overly gentle place, searching for a state of mind, which out there is really hard to find, the peace, the quiet, the calm, but here it is all so clear, when lulled to sleep, on these calming waves, as even after all the fight of the day, this is where I finally want to stay, on top of the soft material, even if not a bed of any kind, I need my rest and so, this state is the one not to debate, whether or not, and so, with eyes closed tightly, I concentrate, still floating above the edge, the mind at rest, thoughts all gone, no sounds or images to explore, only the calm and quiet surrounding, this unruly mind and body, without counting the passing time, and that is all simply fine.
“Getting stuck in a place, a thought or life in general, can be a good thing?” Gun Roswell
On Permanently stuck on the rocks! Rocks
May I offer you:
Seawater, on the rocks
Shaken and stirred!
Sometimes the drawn lines blurred
But I am deterred
To step into the waves, nevertheless!
“Take a load off, head to the beach, see what’s there for free!” Gun Roswell
Surfers on the Dunes
Surfer dudes
With attitudes
“No landlubbers allowed
There is no monkeying around!
This is serious business
With a touch of impulsiveness!
If you want to join
Let me just flip this coin:
Heads or tails
You know, this never fails:
You are in!”
“The blue moment arrived, and as I looked out my window, I finally smiled” Gun Roswell
Blue moment on the waters edge
The daily grind, had finally ended
It was at that time, I stopped pretending
No more worries, no more work
At least not until, tomorrow’s birth
The sun had gone, after shining for far too long
And the others, the stars and the moon, not yet born
Only this, peaceful calm and cool moment remained
As all of us, in this time and space, existed the same
The blue had now descended, for us mere mortals lended
A place to rejoice and shed all else, our souls to be mended
Alas not long lasting is this, only a fraction of total bliss
Soon enough the clock starts ticking, the time again beginning
But for a moment there
I felt the burning flares
Of the total blueness
Where I, myself, do exist
“The colours are so cool, but then out of the blue, yellow strikes, yikes?” Gun Roswell
Blue, Green and Yellow
When the breeze hits the lower cools
And most colours, start turning in to blue
And then, you may just, detect
A hint, of that wilder green effect
All surroundings, soon, in a monochromatic state
Calming, soothing, but maybe, even just a tad boring
Then, out of nowhere, a splash of something fresh
When a blotch, then another, suddenly, you detect
It’s of the brightening sun’s effect
That glorious yellow, a simple add-on
But never, quite something, you soon will forget
“The open gateway eternal to the past and future, may hold the answers you seek?” Gun Roswell
Eternal
The gateway, eternal, opened at last
The one to travel through, to the future and even, to the past
Oddly, it wasn’t really visible until recently
Even if it was standing out there, in the open air, quite prominently
Maybe, it was just, that we did not want it to see
Because, the given and open option to flee
Which ever way, the deep dark mind could agree
And even scary, it also may have been seen
To completely delve into the very history
Or then, to find out what future dystopia |
Awaits, if one dares to take, just on tiny peek
Because nothing on either end of the spectrum
May truly be, what you always seek
“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell
Blue and the Seat
As always, during the last day of the week
The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek
But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot
You know you need to find, that one special spot
Where you are able to rest for a moment
Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment
When trying to gain that much needed momentum
To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion
“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell
Beach ward bound on a sunny day
When the early morning sun beckons
For a day of total fun I reckon
It’s time to put aside
All the bad thoughts and worries
And outside, take a ride in a hurry
Because this life will pass in a flurry
So better grab on to the existing moment
Stop yourself from being in this torment
Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow
Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow
This day is rare, there are none to spare
Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare
Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek
And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!
“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun”
“The calming of the skies with the ocean is the colour of cool blue” Gun Roswell
Blue and the lighthouse
The cool and calming sea
The blues as far as you can see
But that is only during the day
Because at the time of night
It will be, completely dark
But no worries, there is a spark
Of light at the end of the tunnel
The one shining so bright it creates a funnel
A safe passage way if you will
For all those ships to the harbour bring
The lighthouse at the end of the pier
Is the only in the darkness seer
The mighty white building concrete
Standing tall and gorgeous even in the heat
But popping out, during the time of blue
Reflecting the coolest of hues
Rantings Of A Third Kind 