“There is always a seat when you need one” Gun Roswell
Shadows and seats
The warm sun shining in the blue skies and I find myself whining to the simple fact of too much heat and direct sunlight in my pale face. Trying very hard but there is simply no escape. But wait! What did I just spot in my peripheral vision but something most likely to be saving my over cooked bacon? A seat over there in the distant, and to be scarce, it’s residing in the only shadowy spot to be seen or found for miles on end. Could I really be that lucky and be the one, whom over there ion a few could run? Or is this simply a terrible joke, a mirage at the expense of my over heated delusional mind? Please please be kind and let me over there my way find and nothing more will I ever ask again. Well, not until the next time when I’m in trouble again, so talk then as now I need to get to my precious seat on the cool shadows and plenty of rest there spend until it’s time to say, when and get going again.
“Seated on a bench in the backyard, feeling quite smart as I’m not working my ass off on this fine day” Gun Roswell
A seat in the backyard
A relatively warm and lazy day, there ahead of me with much of that promised sunshine on display Finding that perfectly placed and comfortable seat, but certainly not in any of the busy streets Rather the best one of them all, right here in my own backyard where I had it just installed Taking with my favourite book alongside some frizzy and cold drinks to the comfortable nook I will be perfectly set for at least half of the day, even if the baddest weather would get in my way You see I have this changing climate all figured out, as I got myself a nice sheltering parasol To keep the heated sunny rays of the shining sol off me, but also any kind of rainy bouts out So, on this Sunday, nothing will cause me upset or dismay., as I am as prepared as any old scout And will take my leisure time without any kind of doubt, maybe even something reading out loud Guess this will be the best kind of day, where reading is the task instead of over a hot oven to slay
“There is nothing to a Sunday day except to sit in a very comfy seat” Gun Roswell
A seat tucked away under the stairs
The Sunday arrived without much of a surprise As it was after all, Saturdays inevitable demise Still the one thing which is not that big of a surprise Is the fact, that Sundays are spent without a disguise All masks of efficient are torn off without much effort As the lazy ass is sat on the specially selected seat And that will be done without admitting defeat After all, Sundays are for stalling all the time Always and simple the one day that is totally fine
“It’s a Sunday so I takes a seat, admitting defeat, as lazy be me” Gun Roswell
It’s not that comfy but it’s still a seat
Call me lazy, call me sleazy, sometimes even too sleepy. Call me what you must, but on this day of Sunday, nothing will get me moving from my perfect spot. As the title clearly states, today is the day of a Sunday seat, and whether it might be rickety and not so completely neat, this will be, that one respite for me. And you see, this is not out of being lazy or other wise hazy, well it might just be that too, but hey, after a hard weeks worth of work, I do not consider it be an action of a jerk, to simply want to sit down, and let the day, slowly and gently, pass by. And until that daunting day arrives, that of a Monday, this is all just fine, maybe with some wine too, or juice, what ever works for you.
“Seated in a hideout, in the calming shadows, away from the scorching sun. That is part of the holiday fun” Gun Roswell
A seat in a shadowy hideout
The day had been quite long with the sun shining pretty strong. Luckily, the weary traveler had found the perfect of spots to make a pit stop, a perfect one, to take some load off, the tired old feet while taking a comfy seat. It was the perfect hideaway, from the busy streets of the day, in a cool and calming shadowy place, planning there for a few moments to stay.
Without any kind of hurry on display, the traveler decided to have a moment for themselves. To enjoy a light meal, as hunger had made its feel. After all, strolling back and forth, was causing a lot of energy to be used so now, it was the best time some fuel for the body to consume.
After a somewhat lengthy break, seated in the shadows away from the sun, it was time again to get up and about, have a few more looks around and see what there was to be found. And then later on come back to this wonderful and relaxing place for some food and drinks, as this was the best one to think of to load off.
“When the traveller is weary, she takes a seat wherever she can manage” Gun Roswell
Blue seating, in a far away land
The long time and now weary, traveller, had finally made it through To this, far away and strange land filled with all things cool…
Well, at least, imagined the place, from the recesses of the mind What ever was there, a faint memory even, at this point, was just fine Because, as it mostly is done these days, all around the world In reality, the only place you could totally off to get hurled Would be that odd space, between your own sofa and the fridge Never mind, going outside and crossing over, say, a tall bridge!
But, as usual, I tend to digress, so without further stress Back to the topic of travelling, especially one done, in an armchair In the comfort, of your own small or it might even big, lair The images of beaches running on end, with blue skies and sun shines Where each and every single day, life running, to its own accord Never mind, that while, in a foreign land, for you, no chores!
Well, that is, since usually time away spent, is supposed to be some kind of holiday When one actually, and physically, goes away and, in another and most likely rented home stays
But, enough of the commentary, as this poem is not going so greatly As it was supposed to be about seating and travelling and going somewhere else, maybe eating In a restaurant of choosing, yourself completely in the exotic foods emerging And for that, picking up a respite, like a bench or a chair or similar seating Then letting someone else do the serving and finally, after a moment, relaxing Because hey, you just got out here, in this great place, where time stands still
So, for now, the virtual traveller has stopped, in her tracks, taking a breath deep And finally letting out some of the slack on the chosen, blue and cool looking respite
“A respite, on a sunny Sunday day, cannot lead anyone, astray” Gun Roswell
Seats for Sundays
Under a decorated window, a fire engine red coloured setup lies Completely surrounded by flower pots, with various sorts, all of them bright The comfortable and all so cozy extension of the house painted all white Inviting all, friend, neighbour and even stranger, to sit, just, for a bit As on this sunny day of a Sunday, after walking, you really needed, a respite
Two soft looking seats, awaited, in the bar, so modern and totally sleek It did not take too long, for us tired and thirsty tourists, to sink into them deep Not wanting to move a muscle, only trying to avoid all that hustle and bustle Even a wave of the hand seemed a chore, but not wanting to be a total bore A whistle to the server and soon enough, to sets of drinks were brought to this respite So totally cool and calm, but mostly, for us, the perfect and best fit
The beckoning, of the bluest of the Mediterranean seas, on this sunny day Lead the weary tourist, now looking for that perfect respite towards the bay Where the perfectly made table and two chairs awaited to be seated on The odours, the smells, of lunch time menus, so inviting and totally strong It would have been utterly disrespectful and yes, completely wrong To steer somewhere else and not to take advantage of this risen opportunity Where taking a load off your feet, combined, with something great, to eat
“When in need of some rest, take a load of, on the nearest bench “ Gun Roswell
Three times the seat
The summer holidays, had finally arrived Shouted out, was a big hoot with some jives Packing up, all the needed trash For this, unplanned, quick getaway, in a flash
So now, headed for what ever kind of port Was ready to accept us, to start this trip of a notice short Because this thing was certainly going to happen With or without all that likely crappin’
OK, so after all kinds of back and forth ‘xplaining The road trip was finally on the part of landing The island of ones dreams dead ahead in perfect still Well, as much seen from a small cockpit window sill
Off and out and into the taxi cab with a shout Soon enough the accommodation in sight with sign shouting loud “B and B” for all sizes and kinds Just come on inside and your place find”
After the slightly drama, when doing all of the unpack It was finally time, to get up and go out and yes, slack After all, this was supposed to be. a holiday to the letter so strong With rest, relaxation, something something and all that jazz all day long
When getting outside, the warm wall hits you in the face It feels so good, after so many months of living inside the icescapades In the land way, way up north, where the only transport is a sleigh Wanting nothing more than to get out of that place
But, the reality soon hit, right smack in that pale face And the sweat pouring, nay, soaring out each and every pour started After some moments, when soaked through each and every garment It was time to get the hell out of the sun and find some shade
Glancing, glaring, staring, all around the heads spinning Trying to find that one perfect spot, where to sit down on the dot It was already starting to get really frustrating The face, neck and body, covered with sweating
But then, in the corner fo the very eye, which had so much spied Behind the vail of frustration, even if this was supposed to be the best vacation A spot in a small cafe, there, in the shades, hidden from the sun All that remained to do, was to gather some courage and toward it to run
The setup like from a picture perfect A table with two seats and a large bench set Just for us weary touristy types way over their heads Boy, am I glad this day us here finally had lead!
Seated happily for the rest of the day Deciding to spend it in this very same place Ordering food and drinks was so easy as cake Why the hell would anyone do anything else
“A throne is only a bench covered with velvet” Napoleon Bonaparte “But if it’s done really properly, with softness, gold and love, then it is a throne!” Gun Roswell
Seated in Cyprus
A single seat? Or one designed for two? In this heat Who could want to be glued To someone else’s skin With clothes this thin
Rantings Of A Third Kind 