The Photographer Poem by John F. McCullagh
The Photographer
In an antiquated walk-up
in an older part of town,
The photographer waits patiently
for her to shed her gown.
His output decorates his studio walls.
Please don't be confused.
These are pictures, without exception,
of tasteful female nudes.
Some are done in sepia tones,
others in harsh light,
Each girl eyes you wantonly
with the promise of delight.
His model for this evening
is an old grand-dame in pearls.
Her eyes, half blind with cataracts,
have seen the wonders of the world.
She reclines upon the bed
in his suggested pose.
Her arm is draped across her breasts.
So many men had fun with those.
He has a special camera,
unique of all its kind.
It has a special lens
that takes its subjects back in time.
The old girl, there on the divan,
In this lens is twenty-three.
Her eyes are clear, her silver tresses blonde,
Her youth restored miraculously.
Her fingers play with her string of pearls.
She enjoys the cool air on her skin.
Once more she knows the pride she felt
when she could tempt a priest to sin.
Their time is short, soon she must dress
And face the world as a withered reed.
She gladly pays the photographers price
for this great service in her hour of need.
A fantastic poem of the day. Congrats, sir John for being selected........10++++++++++++
Dear JOHN, I still know you and the way you write your poems, always very impressing and in neat rhymes and your poem has oft a surprising end. But the perfect rhymes I instantly recognize that this is your poem. Without your name below, I still recognize your poems. Thank you so much for sharing, John. A well deserved Member Poem Of The Day! CONGRATULATIONS for being chosen. God´s Blessings in Abundance. Amen.
I have enjoyed very much the excellently worded poem. Your brilliant fantasy knows no bounds, only for your poems. My two thumbs up for you, John. A myriad of 10´s for the vote.
Great poem with the stanzas rhyming well and the content so filled with humor and some joyful pathos.
a photographer holds a camera inside of heart lovingly; a photographer holds all remembrance in still stream of time; a photographer gets back the stillness as pace of reminiscence...........
A photographer who writes in the poem as if recording a black and white movie.... when she could try the priest to make a mistake... Like a " Torn bird" A beautiful poem. Bravo for POD.
unique camera and his portrayal. very interesting poem indeed. tony
A very interesting poem about a model. Enjoyed its flow and rhyming. Congrats.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/17/2024 2:24:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes, wonderful imagery.