Children At A Funeral

The shadow moved across the sun
And turned my world a pallid grey
The tide of mourning had begun
And then I saw the children play

They did not soothe my aching grief
They did not make the burden light
But as they played, I felt relief
A candle glowing in my night

The steady rain began to fall
And washed the poison from death’s sting
A sea of faces paid respect
And then I heard the children sing

They did not take my loss away
They did not turn the bitter sweet
But as they sang, I glimpsed a ray
A cycle turning, now complete

The rumbling storm brought lashing hail
Like pounding fists upon my heart
My anger rose to howling gale
And then I heard the children laugh

They did not dry my veil of tears
They did not make my dark skies blue
But as they laughed, I took a breath
And gained the strength to start anew.

Wayne Visser © 2018

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Life in Transit: Favourite Travel & Tribute Poems

This creative collection, now in its 2nd edition, brings together travel and tribute poems by Wayne Visser. The anthology pays tribute to the likes of Nelson Mandela, Maya Angelou, Barack Obama, Antoni Gaudí & Leonardo da Vinci, and reflects on travels ranging from China and South Africa to Ecuador and Russia. Life is lived in the in-between / In transit / Between coming and going / Between staying and moving on / Between here and there / And what we call home / What we call settled or contented / Is merely a resting place / A station for refuelling / A nexus for reconnecting / A junction for changing direction. Buy the paper book / Buy the e-book.

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Infusion

In Memoriam: Bob Steyn

You infuse my mind –
With poignant truths
And reminders of harsh reality

You infuse my imagination –
With luring myths
And shadows of lives inspired

You infuse my heart –
With wrenching ache
And afterglow of “love and blessings”

You infuse my body –
With subtle inflections
And sense experiences relived

You infuse my vision –
With impish looks
And silver surfer’s hair untamed

You infuse my breath –
With smoky scent
And soothing rhythm of conspiracy

You infuse my hearing –
With tinkling laughter
And sighs of too many burdens carried

You infuse my speech –
With turn of phrase
And attentive frown-mirrored listening

You infuse my writing –
With calligraphic care
And sacrifices of honest expression

You infuse my preaching –
With oversoul presence
And whispering echoes of inspiration

You infuse my emotion –
With jagged sadness
And thrilling precipices of glad expectation

Wayne Visser © 2001

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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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