Respected for both mind and might, The nails he hit lost every fight; So, where had I come from? His son who was all thumbs Knew only to dream and to write.
‘What do you see’ Prompt #154
For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo to the right as inspiration for writers to produce art.
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a wall stocked with different construction / mechanical tools in many sizes and varieties. It may be a workshop or a store.
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!
33 thoughts on “Woodwork, or: Far from the tree”
Yes! I don’t have a mechanical bone in me either. LOL!
🤭🙏🏻 Colleen 🙏🏻🤭
This is cute. Life would be boring if we all took the same path (or had the same set of skills). Great entry to the prompt. KL ❤
💚🙏🏻 K. L. 🙏🏻💚 ~ thanks!