Wheeling and reeling

Moving on with no backpedaling.

Wheeling and reeling

Oh, uphill climb! I’m in a bind.

My energies are ill-defined.

Still, on I roll

To face the goal,

Though with each spin my gears go grind.

No melodrama do I bleat,

As kindly company I meet.

Lighthearted, they

May greet the day,

As I taste time’s dust in the street.

With awkward effort in the sun,

Collecting muster, on we run.

Might you by chance

Have ant-filled pants?

Or do you go all-out for fun?

Opponents dear, I mean no harm.

Ride on, if I should sound alarm.

The clock ticks tock,

My frame does rock,

I fear that I might buy the farm.

c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson

This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

Mad Kane Humor: “grind”  (limerick)

Meme Express: “sound the alarm”
OctPoWriMo: “time”
Sepia Saturday: vintage photo

Simply Snickers: “talk” (or “tock”), “taste,” and “time”
Three Word Wednesday: “kindly,” “lighthearted,” and “melodramatic”

Six Word Saturday: “Describe your life in six words.” (See the subtitle.)

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “awkward”

Theme Thursday: “ants”
Five Minute Friday: “collect”

Thursday Challenge: “sun”
Write 31 Days: 31 posts

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Graphic created by this user, adapting public domain art.

Image/s:

Vintage/public domain image

(Lady cyclists riding downhill,

by Rederick Miller Rammell, 1898.

Offered by Sepia Saturday.)

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