A Timeless Puzzle

Here's another short, simple poem about a Rubik's cube left on a shelf. I think it can be interpreted as either happy or sad, though i'll leave that to you, the reader, to decide.

On the shelf sits a half-solved Rubik's cube.

It stares politely towards you

Begging for another turn. Or two.

it is saddened by its disorganised mass

Of blue, green, white, red, orange and yellow.

It, like us, wants the assorted fragments

Of its life to be categorised. But unlike us,

The timeless puzzle is patient.

 

After a month you give into

Its relentless, subtle persuasion.

A few confused twists and turns

Reveal a formula that satisfies

Both the puzzle and the solver.

now the cube, with its withering stickers,

Its creaky mechanism with leaking lubricant,

Remains timeless and complete.

Reviews

[Deron Alexis]

very good comparison many people have complex lives that need remind you of a tied up cube like this very great poem