The Photographer

I wrote this one recently during a long afternoon at the office, longing to be somewhere else...

A photographer sat in his lonely shop

When in hurried an elegant woman

Wrapped completely in a flowing fur stole.

"I must get right back to my office

Where I need a work of great serenity,

Something to soothe my harried soul."

A cavalcade of the absolute finest

Was laid before her, each so stunning

That she could hardly find but one to choose.

So she sorted and arranged carefully,

Analyzed every detail and quality

Until only one was left as her muse.

Exhausted with her labor, the woman asked

How he captured such wondrous images,

Like her favorite of a simple, peaceful brook.

The Photographer just smiled bemused,

Set his head askew and simply said,

"I merely took the time to look."

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

I have missed your wonderful writes. Sorry for the delay. A very good one here from your pen...:).............

[Little Whisper]

Excellent!

[Willowtree]

photography is truly like this. It brings beauty back:)

[Dean Kuch®]

Ah-h-h, if more would simply stop---and smell the flowers. Words of wisdom, my friend...