Monochrome on Monday

So, we meet again! My dearest, not! Monday! Why can’t you be gone already?” Gun Roswell

Monochrome on Monday

Monochromatic
It’s really electric
Even with only a few colours
You can smell the odours
Of the world of greys
Where all the light
And even shadows stay

Monochromatic
Is the world often seen
But even the plain shades
From white to all the greys
The nuances are there
You just need to stare
And up they pop, in your face

Monochromatic
I am getting quite ecstatic
The dance of light
And the bass of shadow
Never me fail
Just letting it all go
The bright colours
Do not bother me anymore

On the top

“From the highest mountain top, shouting out loud, until I drop” Gun Roswell

On the top

Climbing as high as I possible can
But of climbing, I am not really a fan
As I start to ascend, I know I am making a new trend
making it to the utmost top, no way I may this flop

Climbing, climbing, climbing until I drop
Nothing, no nothing, can make me stop
I am going to make it, up there, where the clouds lay
And when I reach the tallest top, I am there to stay

The City

“It’s so crowded, don’t you think?” Gun Roswell

The City

The city never sleeps, or so, it seems
But, if you look a little closer, you may spot a “dozer”
Deeply napping, in the middle of all the happening
But, nobody seems to notice, is it because of choice?

So many sounds and voices surrounding
Looking around, there is no place for grounding
Bright colours or grey, it’s all the same
Everyone gets by, unnoticed, without fame

So many people, so many buildings
The city, covered by an invisible gilding
“All is well” they say, even if someone, is in dismay
And the napper keeps on napping, alive or dead
No one has the time or effort to care

Spring in Barcelona

“Spring is going to spring” Gun Roswell

Spring in Barcelona

It’s that time of the year
When life is kicking to full gear
The signs are clearly out there
Just venture outside without fear

The flowers, birds and bees
Come out from their hiding to seek
The freshness of new life in leap
Open your own eyes to see

Time for travels to a country foreign
Hoping some sights to be scoring
Nothing in this place is boring
Even the buildings tell a story

Look up and down, and all around
Plenty of things and people to be found
Nature at is best, even the ground
Green grasses, leaves and flowers make a sound

Spring at home or over seas
Nothing better on the wish list indeed
Glad to shed the clothes of winter
And tell all, spring is finally in here

Sunday market

Sunday, my fun day” Gun Roswell

Sunday market

On a sunny day, why at home stay
Heading to the streets, something to seek
People rushing by, wondering why
So the idea to follow them, in my mind just then

After some walking, and maybe even stalking
Ending up, at the local market hub
Loosing myself, in the hustle and bustle of the place
Wondering, how no one in just one place stays

But as rhe wonders start to reveal themselves,
Soon enough finding even myself
Getting the mood on, and then, every step growing strong
After all, I am, lost in the moment, in this Sunday event

Waterfalls

“Nothing calms you down, like the sound of water, unless, it’s a tsunami!” Gun Roswell

Waterfalls

The sunlight reflected from the tiny pebbles falling downward
Spiralling gently, forming a giant puddle, soon the land conquered
The tiny droplets drumming against any surface found
Making a smooth, yet very loud and jazzy like sound
Bursting vapour into the warm midday air
The passersby getting their fair share
The spread of the refreshing transparent liquid
Which is good for washing up and even to drink it
And when the inspiration strikes
To rip all the clothes of and naked into the water run wild
Never mind, no one will be unkind
As the hot weather strikes, you will have plenty of others joining the ride

Narrow lane

“All kinds of people passing in the narrow lanes” Gun Roswell

Narrow lane

People passing each other quickly
In the narrow lanes of the big city
No howdys nor hellos exchanged
In this buzzing everyday human maze

Trying to get away as soon as possible
Avoiding all the traps and obstacles
No talking, no chatting, no singing
Not even one single hip is swinging

This tight passage way a true test
On how to get out in a way best
Not getting stuck with anyone else
Not for one second, which would be hell

Nothing sticks to these wanderers
Not even a fellow time squanderers
Destined to roam the long lanes alone
Always and forever, being one, solo

Choose your ride

“Take a ride on a bike, a moped or in a taxi!” Gun Roswell

Choose your ride

Choose a city bike on a days fare
Stroll around the monuments with flare
All around your eyes will glare
Once you get the taste of the city
Soon you’ll start feeling real giddy
And time is gone in a jiffy
But wanting to see it all
Even if you have to stay until fall
Now you’re wishing time would stall

If on a moped or motorbike you’ll dare
Don’t worry, there is no scare
Just follow the safety rules with care
And into the traffic you’ll ride with flare
Oh don’t you worry if people may stare
They’re just jealous of your fancy fare
Ride the streets wide, narrow or bare
You’ll have a blast, going so fast, that you’ll even have time to spare

If you’re feeling lazy
After a trip here so hazy
Then hop on a taxi cab
Moving slow or fast
Depending on your destination
There is no need for an explanation
Enjoy the sights from a comfy seat
There is even a cooler when too much heat
Soon, the city tour taken
Without even one leg shaken!

Loud

“It’s always so loud in here” Gun Roswell

Loud

Noises, voices, music and such
Sometimes it all gets just too much
Wishing there was a cone of silence
I could sit inside for a while at least

But the world is loud
Most likely being proud
Ignoring my humble request
For a soundless place

Maybe I need to set on a quest
For this mysterious space
Unless someone has a big volume button
With which to turn down the level
At least for a little while to revel
In total mode of shutdown
Until someone decides
The levels again to raise