He Spins His Wheels


He spins his wheels in sinking sand,

getting nowhere fast;

he wonders where the hours went,

and why he’s always last.

Directions skewed, momentum clipped,

his focal point in sight –

how will he get to going spot

if he can’t see the light?


We could all use a little light – is yours shining today?

32 comments on “He Spins His Wheels

  1. Wow! Great picture and poem combination, Melody! I am really enjoying my visits here. “wonders where the hours went” becomes years before one realizes it…
    Blessings ~ Wendy

  2. lylekrahn says:

    That is a great combination.

  3. RoSy says:

    HE should have stopped to ask for directions 😉
    I have artificial light shining over me right now. But – for now – this will do.

  4. Caddo Veil says:

    Yep, we’ve got to have LIGHT. Funny thing (well, not really funny) about time and how quickly it passes “now”–I used to think life would go on forever, and it exhausted/depressed me to contemplate. Now I’m scrambling to do everything I want to, and wondering how another week/month/year just flew by…

    • melodylowes says:

      No kidding. Where did 2012 go?

      • Caddo Veil says:

        Into the ether with the last 20-30 years??

      • melodylowes says:

        Indeed…the years the locusts ate.

      • Caddo Veil says:

        Yes, that was it–the locusts (I’d blissfully forgotten them).

      • melodylowes says:

        Good thing you have me to routinely bring them to your attention! 😦

      • Caddo Veil says:

        You have such a mean streak, for a lovely poet sister!! Hey, can you tell me why my pound cakes fell?? Are they still “good”, even though unattractive?? I’m so bummed–a pound of butter and 6 eggs went into these babies!! I was planning to send them to Deb–maybe I could suggest she turn them upside down, and sprinkle conf sugar on top before serving?? Help!! (and don’t be laughin’ at me!)

      • melodylowes says:

        I must confess my ignorance – I don’t think I’ve ever made a pound cake before! So I can’t even laugh at you (although the imp of a smile is threatening as we speak)

      • Caddo Veil says:

        Well, I knew you’d at least imp a smile! It was such an easy recipe and I was so joyful, making them–I even googled, and they were less than helpful answers I received. It’s so odd because yesterday I made gingerbread and it came out PERFECTLY–so I was hopeful that I was on a roll. Arrgghh I’m going to taste one, soon as they’re cool, as I’m convinced only the appearance is marred….

      • melodylowes says:

        Sometimes we need to close our eyes and enjoy the view… Maybe they are delicious!!! ??

      • Caddo Veil says:

        I may have to write a post about this…..Pound Cake, Schmound Cake!

      • melodylowes says:

        It sounds like just the food of poets that will inspire you to greatness!! 🙂

      • Caddo Veil says:

        Har har har!

  5. ljlenehan says:

    ‘he wonders where the hours went’ – brilliant line… Don’t we all!

  6. ericmvogt says:

    Another great poem, Melody! But I was just wondering…is it dedicated to your husband? Lol!

  7. Debbie says:

    This reminds me of “in Your light, we see light.” Thank you for helping us keep going in the right direction! God bless you!

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