A Poem

A poem’s the sound we hear when words go out to play
As they romp and rhyme, laugh and cry, or go astray
Some play nice, while others scratch and swear in fights
Some get down and dirty, some climb to heady heights

A poem’s the show we see when words are on display
As they flit and flirt bright colours, or shades of grey
Some paint true, while others splash and scatter in shapes
Some tell epic stories, some clown around with japes

A poem’s the churn we feel when words are in the fray
As they lilt and love, muse and mourn, or quietly pray
Some are thieves, while others shine and selflessly give
Some spark the fire of hope, some teach us how to live

Wayne Visser © 2021

Book

String, Donuts, Bubbles and Me: Favourite Philosophical Poems

This creative collection, now in its 3rd edition, brings together philosophical poems by Wayne Visser. In this anthology, he muses on subjects ranging from space, angels and destiny to time, science and meaning in life. According to scientists / The world’s made of string / That buzzes and fuzzes / Or some such strange thing / It’s also a donut / That curls round a hole / With middles and riddles / Just like a fish bowl / And there’s no mistaking / It’s more than 3-D / With twenty or plenty / Dimensions unseen / Still others insist / It’s really a bubble / That’s popping and bopping / Through the lenses of Hubble. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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