The world is round
Until we walk right off the edge
Our lives are poised
Forever teetering on a ledge
Endless circles
Round and round
Until it stops
Without a sound
The world is round
A perfect, spinning, sparkling sphere
Our lives are strung
Stitched up with love and glued with fear
Unravelling
Start to end
We fall apart
We lose a friend
The world is round
But it may just as well be flat
Our lives are linked
Forever breaching this and that
No matter what
We reap behind
What counts is how
We sowed our time.
Wayne Visser © 2012
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.
