I was muddled and cuddled and bubbled,
Living brightly and lightly and spritely;
But the world turns,
The flame burns,
The mill churns
And yesterday is gone.
I am weary and bleary and teary,
Feeling tired and mired and uninspired;
But the world spins,
The sail trims,
The spade wins
And today will pass.
I may be sunny or funny or crummy,
Having mopped up, or topped up, or cocked up;
So the world wheels,
The past heals,
The mind reels
And tomorrow will come.
Yesterday, today, tomorrow:
With love or loss, with joy or sorrow,
Like waves to ride, seasons and tides;
We take the test,
We do our best,
In life’s great fest
While the world whirls.
Wayne Visser © 2011
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.