The strange thing about fairytales
Is that they’re mostly true
Their meaning hides behind the veils
And therein lies the clue
Each hero’s fate, each witch’s spell
Each dragon fought and slayed
Reflect within our wishing well
As dreams that flare and fade
For life is full of holy grails
And monsters we must fight
We each must walk enchanted trails
Through darkness to the light
The secret lies not in the quests
Or if we thrive or fail
The wonder’s that we face the tests
And live to tell the tale.
Wayne Visser © 2024
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.
