“The old frail construct, made of glass and a wooden frame, try not to breathe too hard near it or it might just fall a part“ Gun Roswell
Old, frail, inconvenient, hard to handle?
Just the same, it has lasted a long while, even giving a few smiles, the delicate framework, the painted artwork, all of it from the past, refitted to a modern day cast.
And so, serving a purpose once again, the window, lending a peek through time, as how else would any of us learn, of our past, the long history, present there, through this, very old looking glass.
“The colour is pink, yes indeed, even the window is reflecting the same true colour, the one of pink” Gun Roswell
Yesterdays reflected From old discarded windows An old shack Once painted black Now boasting, the colour pink It’s an eye sore some say But others, smile and In front of it for a moment stay It’s not useful anymore Who knows what secrets Within it are stored But for now, the windows And the doors Remain locked of course And maybe someday You may find the key Which unlocks them all
“Something glowing up there in the skies, something, golden I spy, could it be…???” Gun Roswell
The windows reflecting the light As the afternoon’s sun is still bright Colouring all the surfaces with gold hue Completely irradiating the feeling of blue A lyrical moment for the mundane grey The feeling of dull quickly fading away As the tall towers and the low windows Make us believe in fairy tales and wonders Our city now the golden one Before the illusion comes undone And we are back to the mundane vision Of dull surfaces needing revision
“Painted in a bright colour, nothing odd about it” Gun Roswell
Pink on a Window
Yesterdays reflected From old discarded windows An old shack Once painted black Now boasting, the colour pink It’s an eye sore some say But others, smile and In front of it for a moment stay It’s not useful anymore Who knows what secrets Within it are stored But for now, the windows And the doors Remain locked of course And maybe someday You may find the key Which unlocks them all
“The old frail construct, made of glass and a wooden frame, try not to breathe too hard near it or it might just fall a part“ Gun Roswell
The delicate window
Old, frail, inconvenient, hard to handle?
Just the same, it has lasted a long while, even giving a few smiles, the delicate framework, the painted artwork, all of it from the past, refitted to a modern day cast.
And so, serving a purpose once again, the window, lending a peek through time, as how else would any of us learn, of our past, the long history, present there, through this, very old looking glass.
“The old frail construct, made of glass and a wooden frame, try not to breathe too hard near it or it might just fall a part“ Gun Roswell
The delicate window
Old, frail, inconvenient, hard to handle?
Just the same, it has lasted a long while, even giving a few smiles, the delicate framework, the painted artwork, all of it from the past, refitted to a modern day cast.
And so, serving a purpose once again, the window, lending a peek through time, as how else would any of us learn, of our past, the long history, present there, through this, very old looking glass.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 