Theme Thursday: Wheel

Wheel.



Of life. Don't reinvent them. 
On the bus go round and round. 
The squeaky wheel gets the grease. 
Wheels up. Touch and go. 
Rutted tracks along the Oregon Trail. 
Wheelbarrows. Tricycles. Skateboards. 
Wheel of Fortune. Why are you buying a vowel? 
Losing control. 
Steer out of a skid. 
Fishtailing. Fish tales. 

The wheel keeps turning. . . . .  



Comments

L. D. said…
Wonderful photo and great imperfect prose. The Morman trail went through Iowa but I don't think the Oregon trail even started in our area, it was further west. It is all interesting history for me.
Sharon Cohen said…
I like the playful nature of this poem. My mind thinks like that but I have never captured it in words. But, then again, I am only recently returning to writing poetry. Your photo and your poetry are an inspiration. I am looking forward to your posts in my daily feed!

Hi, I'm Sharon. I'm here from Emily's Imperfect Prose, enjoying each link and inviting everyone to stop in for my contribution, #47 Hearten Soul, Communication.
This was a cute poem! I just read to my colleagues sitting around the table with me. I especially like why are you buying a vowel? :)
Unknown said…
This is fun!
I think you covered mostly everything wheelish. I liked the wheel of fortune part too.
{S.T.U.F.F.} said…
Great Post!

I'll take the 'imperfect' prose, anyday...

Luv-vah-ly. Yes.
Kris McCracken said…
My wife was forever dying of dysentery on the Oregon trail.
Mommy Emily said…
oh, this is fantastic! love the bit about the oregon trail, and wheel of fortune... you spun me round with it. don't stop this perfect prose...
Wonderful post for Wheel theme!
Karen Fayeth said…
Your imperfect prose was simply delicious! And the photo is amazing.

Well done!!

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