Ground rules are the guidelines
Shouted from the sidelines
To make our wildness tame …
As if life were just a game
Ground rules are echoes past
Lessons that are meant to last
To lead us through safe doors …
As if life obeys our laws
Ground rules are our protection
From the fear of love’s rejection
To give us places to hide …
As if life can be denied
Ground rules are our choices
Whispered by inner voices
To keep our feet on track …
As if life would turn it’s back
Ground rules are habits worn
Like clothes since we are born
To curtail our whims and wishes …
As if life were not capricious
Ground rules are the reply
Of those who cannot fly
To the beat of freedom’s wing …
As if life weren’t born to sing
Wayne Visser © 2004
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.
