Impulse, or: Impotence

A limerick

A renowned oil painter, much admired,
Shed tears of frustration, uninspired.
Then, sultry canvas drew him in;
His purist impulses caved to sin...
Shaking, Ling flushed at the art that he'd sired.

โ€˜What do you seeโ€™ Prompt #145

For Sadjeโ€™s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as inspiration for writers to produce art.

Image credit:
Marti Alonso @ 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!

39 thoughts on “Impulse, or: Impotence”

  1. Fun Limerick – which just reminds us that we can have hidden talent –
    even if it could make ourselves or our mothers blush!!

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