You’re the surf in my tide
The thorn in my side
The buoy when I sink
And the spike in my drink
You’re the pearl in my clam
The flaw in my plan
The lift in my wings
And the knot in my strings
You’re the fire in my flue
The stone in my shoe
The knife in my back
And the gold in my sack
You’re the hole in my pale
The wind in my sail
The crease in my frown
And the jewel in my crown
You’re the storm in my sky
The glint in my eye
The end of my rest
And the grail of my quest.
Wayne Visser © 2007
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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.
