Wheel-Trap

The questions in the wheel-trap of my mind
Spin round and round like echoes without sound
The time-cogs of my memories slowly grind
Churning and yearning and re-treading ground

How could she do it? I have to know why
After all those years, to cheat and then lie
How could she do it? I thought that she cared
To show no respect, for all that we shared

The questions in the wheel-trap of my mind
Revolve like cycles in a vicious loop
The mantras that repeat, ensnare and bind
Will keep me jumping through the fiery hoop

How can I do it? I want to break free
From chains of anger that still shackle me
How can I do it? To now be a friend
For with no respect, it must surely end

The questions in the wheel-trap of my mind
Are riddles made to torture, tease and taunt
The answers are a key I’ll never find
For phantoms always hover, hex and haunt.

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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