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)
Simply
Snickers: “talk” (or “tock”), “taste,” and “time”
Three Word Wednesday: “kindly,” “lighthearted,” and “melodramatic”
Three Word Wednesday: “kindly,” “lighthearted,” and “melodramatic”
Six Word
Saturday: “Describe your life in six words.” (See the subtitle.)
Stream
of Consciousness Saturday: “awkward”
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Image/s:
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(Lady cyclists riding downhill,
by Rederick Miller Rammell, 1898.
Offered by Sepia Saturday.)
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