“The summer is the best time to get to the beach and enjoy the sunshine with the calming waves, nature and all that!” Gun Roswell
I still remember
That one September
The bluest of skies
And it was warmer than July
The water clear and inviting
The air soft and delighting
Not a worry in sight
Everything quite right
In the distance
For an instance
A boat or two
Disappearing from the view
Most tourists already gone
Leaving us alone
Enjoying in peace
With a short lease
The last rays of summer
“A calm, cloudy, and rather sunny Sunday (surprise!) what a contradiction indeed! As usually, when Sunday arrives, so does the cold weather and the rain, right?!” Gun Roswell
When the Sunday time, loudly, its present chimed
We ran, like we were on fire, out there, from the dire
Into the open wild nature, with colours so lush
There really was no need for any kind of rush
To enjoy the art work devised by our beloved Mother Nature
Was there for everyone to see, without any kind of fee
But we ran, as fast as any one can, really
For you see, there was somewhere else we wanted to be, really
Beside the calm and cooling waters, fooling around like a bunch of sea otters
We made our way, discarding all clothing, falling where ever they may
Splashing into the soft waves, letting the healing waters save
Ourselves in the process, as this was the place for us, the total bliss
We played and frolicked, until the darkness descended we stayed
Then only, reaching for the softest of sands, lending each other a hand
To find the discarded garments, a little dirty, maybe even sandy, was a mild statement
But nobody cared, as it had all been time so well spent
Out here, on the beach, on this summer’s Sunday we had reached
And if we were to be lucky, maybe next weekend, we could come back again
“There is something about the early morning mist on the waters edge, eerie, but pretty” Gun Roswell
Muggy Waters
Greeted by a view in monochrome
A foggy visual in complete monotone
Water’s surface windblown
Someone give me a phone!
This image needs to be known
Or my fame will be with the winds gone
“Life in black and white like in the olden days, so simple and neat, am I right!?” Gun Roswell
Life at sea in Monochrome
I am neither black or white
I am just a grey delight
Maybe not so much fun
Being only a colour of one
That of a monotone
But not a clone
Or then I am, whatever
But,
You may call me,
Monochrome
“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
Rantings Of A Third Kind 