Bits and Pieces

Hidden in drawers
Are pathways and doors
To mindscapes and heartshapes
And times long forgotten

Under the bed
Are words left unsaid
Like jars still unopened
And nest eggs unbroken

Stacked up in piles
Are papers and files
With thought-crimes and love-rhymes
And hopes now forsaken

Back of the shelf
Are bits of myself
Like gems left unguarded
And rags now discarded

Stashed in a box
Are keystones and locks
To histories and mysteries
And fates still encoded

Left on the floor
Are clothes from before
Like clues to unravel
And notes from soul-travel

Inside some books
Are triggers and hooks
To dark-nights and wing-flights
And trips still untaken

Strewn on the ledge
Are tales from the edge
Like sparks to enkindle
And memories that tingle

Flashed on the screen
Are photos and dreams
Of sun-bursts and moon-thirsts
And worlds yet untested

These are the bits
And though none of them fits
Each random played part
Turns my life into art

Wayne Visser © 2006

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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