Dennis Spilchuk Poet Sonnet

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The Thinker

The Thinker

These are precarious times we’re living in
That shakes our fancy but bores us to a whim.
When the right hand doesn’t know the other,
And as the left leg steps forward, the right one falters.
And everywhere, here and there, is laughing,

But that isn’t all that’s happening.
I thought about it afterwards and felt chagrined.
I knew somebody, somewhere, was suffering.
And as my brain bounces away from poking at the fat,
I look this way and that, while others look distract.
Ergo, I surmise following deliberation of fact:
There’s no difference between the intellectuals and the mass.

And as inspiration flows from my head to feet.
I think I’m smarter than what I appear to be.

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L Milton Hankins March 28, 2021 at 11:28 AM Interesting piece provoking thought, Dennis. I enjoyed it very much. I think you mean "we're" instead of "were" in the first line? I thought so, so I read it that way. Dennis Spilchuk March 28, 2021 at 12:03 PM Thank you for pointing that out, and thank you for commenting on the poem.

Vernon Witmer March 28, 2021 at 11:23 AM the profundity of humor. This is great insight; eternally relevant, Dennis. Inspiration does indeed flow and we are all smarter than we appear, we have but to allow our wisdom to blossom and trust our truth. Love the picture too. Dennis Spilchuk March 28, 2021 at 12:05 PM I thank you for your flattering comments. Take care.