Cry

Parched emotions
Cracked and dry
A silent call
A whispered reply
Rain pours down
From molten sky

Exquisite beauty
Beyond why
A way of being
Naturally high
Discovering wings
To stretch and fly

From the abyss
An echoed sigh
The wrenching pain
Of unthinkable goodbye
What to do
But break down and cry.

Wayne Visser © 2005

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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