The PhotographerThe PhotographerThe Photographer by Trisaw1
Rain clouds in the distance, dark and gloomy gray
Billowing puffs hanging above the peaked mountain heads covered with snow.
He sets his tripod down amid the sunflower field, legs staking the ground
And crouches behind it still.
The silence, golden before the rain, as sun shines still from his right.
He looks through the lens at the distance, taking aim with his mind…his fingers adjust
Focus. Patience. Focus. Patience. Breathe.
Nature freezes for a moment. But the dynamics are too strong, and the thunderheads roll on.
A flash of brilliant light white followed by stillness. He adjusts aim and waits…
The sunflowers before his tripod bend to a breeze. Later, not now, for those are for another picture frame. Right now he wants the mountains and thunderclouds in the distance.
The thunderclap booms an echo on the mountain ranges. Time is of the essence before the rain comes,
But the clouds will not behave just
ElvesElvesElves by Trisaw1
Naming swords after great acts, great deeds,
Smiths and craftspeople produced the finest quality,
Warriors, princesses, princes, angels, artists
…above dwarves, above Hobbits, above Man…
skilled, fair, noble, wise beings,
watchers of the land.
Older than most beings that pass through
the Great Lands of Middle Earth.
Silent in their ways, powerful with their gaze,
Masters of medicine, languages, signs and stars,
Supreme magic workers by far,
And those who encounter them will know
These are immortal beings, guardians of thousands of living souls.
A Pretty Perfect DiamondA Pretty Perfect DiamondA Pretty Perfect Diamond by Trisaw1
Glorious days brought forth from sunshine rays
made all the more finer with you by my side
with soft voice, delicate touch, bright eyes and feminine stride
to hear you say you love me as your smile grew wide
as your sexy slender fingers approached me
to touch and stroke
to caress and poke
to sooth any pain
that of no one spoke.
To sense, to feel
to melt away what cannot peel
to warm the soul and light the heart
to make me yearn for dessert to start,
to congratulate any gain
to soften any bane
a warm lady's hand to hold in the cold rain
and once again, to make me happy and sane.
A pretty happy glowing face to see when the days grows old
and when my spent energy no longer makes me feel so bold,
You are there coming from anywhere
waiting with your renewing light
shining through the evening
making me feel oh so right.
That the day's not just through
and the night had only just begun
A cute Diamond Dear
A pink-lip smile oh so clear
In pretty prim outfit you wear
A Hovercar's TaleA Hovercar's TaleA Hovercar's Tale by Trisaw1
When a car could fly in the sky, a great many things passengers could see,
the horizon, the trees, the landscape in all its glory.
Thus so true what people say, "In a hovercar, one could go places almost limitless:
"No boundaries, not many obstacles, no need to follow the terrain
"Just fly above hill and valley and dale
"Go on driver blaze your own trail!"
Silent is the night air as the full white moon shines amore
as I rest on a cliff overlooking the seashore.
With two lovers in me hugging and kissing
and holding hands
I wait to see if anything is about to happen.
Fast I flew as my thrusters could take me
drowned out by the cries of the baby.
I flew as straight as I could
to only one destination understood---
Granville Hospital for the wailing young chap---
Parents talking fast told me of the mishap.
A bonk to the head for the little tiny tot
Made prominent by the little blood spot.
I sat in the lot for an hour or two when two adult faces came into v