Frail days, or: Whelming

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.

โ€˜What do you seeโ€™ Prompt #130

For Sadjeโ€™s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below (taken by Matt Barringer) as inspiration for writers to produce art.

Image credit; Matt Barringer @ Unsplash

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)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

41 thoughts on “Frail days, or: Whelming”

  1. โ€˜On my frail days, lifeโ€™s a whale of a failโ€™ โ€“ wow. Thatโ€™s just brilliant! What a line! Thanks for sharing that, David. Iโ€™ll think of that whale of a fail on my frail days from now on!

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