Posted: April 18, 2017 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry, the mind, writing
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First Posted: April 17, 2014

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.


Reposting a few from three years ago.

  1. Great one, DSS! This one was great to read out loud! And the images were vivid…got my senses involved!
    HUGS!!! 🙂
    PS…I blogged and revealed The Crush from my last week’s blog. 😮 😀

    Liked by 1 person

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