I am single minded
Among my scattered books
And laser focused
Behind my fractured looks
I am neatly ordered
Beneath my messy papers
And purpose driven
Throughout my winding capers
I am quietly musing
Amidst the idle chatter
And always searching
For the words that matter
So judge not substance
By the mask of reason
Nor gauge true progress
By the whim of season
Wayne Visser © 2007
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.
