Hawking

Posted: April 17, 2014 in Everyday Life, poetry

Among the jumbling mumbling mode
the Racker Thatcher crumbs his creel.

his back’s crunched bent
– his chrome’s thrust spent,
fingers palms thick tough as heel.

upon the humbling rumbling ride
the Racker Thatcher moves his way.

his voice’s grunt gone
– now electron’s song,
teared eyes movewink what to say.

within the mightling thinkling mind
the Racker Thatcher spins his rhyme.

smiles gum and tooth
– speaks Universal truth,
of our, A Brief History of Time.

DSS.

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Comments
  1. This was fun to read aloud! 🙂
    When I saw the title, I thought it was going to be about Hawks.
    I was pleasantly surprised after reading your poem!
    Very creative tribute to an amazing man!
    HUGS!!! 🙂

    Like

  2. It is always more fun when the spellchecker has given up on so many unsolvable words. I had fun writing it, too.
    Yes, Hawking has an amazing mind. Glad you enjoyed reading it! 🙂

    Like

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