A limerick
On my frail days, life's a whale of a fail. Basic emails weigh like heavy travails. Raising up grail of peace, I can't avail of release, for, ailed and pale, I forget to exhale.
‘What do you see’ Prompt #130
For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken by Matt Barringer) as inspiration for writers to produce art.
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.
–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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[…] David; Frail days or whelming […]
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Oh yes, David. Sometimes it all becomes too much!
😅 indeed, Chris, thanks!😅
Basic things, in general David, can feel like an awful burden on days like this! 👍 Well written and well observed my friend! 👌👌👏👏 I often forget to exhale too!
💖 Ken 💖
Awesome language and weaving here, David. Resonates. ❤️❤️
❤️💕 Jeff ❤️💕
Your limerick made me chuckle! I suppose if you were ale-d with an IPA you might just forget to exhale…
💘💛 Muri 💘💛
Life can at times make us so involved with it that we forget to breathe. Thanks for joining in David with this reminder.
🤗😘 Sadje 🤗😘
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Great limerick
So true there are days that Jack can’t be nimble neither quick
And when he falls Jill comes tumbling after.
Yep fraility can be that bugger.
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