Vision, or: Collision

A limerick

Two little ghosts who had long since died
Came down to Earth for a bicycle ride;
But the tykes, ephemeral & small,
Could not work the pedals at all;
Thus fantasy and real life did collide

โ€˜What do you seeโ€™ Prompt #146

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

Image credit;
Yaopey Yong @ 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!

49 thoughts on “Vision, or: Collision”

  1. Absolutely brilliant David! ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ˜ Love how you imagined this. Bittersweet and full of childlike joy and fantasy. ๐Ÿ˜โค๏ธ

  2. Oh my word, I love how the photographer brought life to the painting with a real bicycle.
    And the look on the tykes face, the other struggling to peddle ecstatic about the joy ride, for one more time in life.

    Punning and naughty, indeed the poet is the rascal.

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