unasked ruse

Unasked Ruse  

There are puzzles 

and there are games

There are ruses 

And conundrums 

And then there is this, 

That is all those cubed. 

There are problems

That go unanswered 

And answers that go unasked. 

Then there is this

That does not ask to be answered

But begs to be picked up

Fumbled, 

Wrung 

Pushed and pulled 

Whilst it taunts you without so much as a word. 

Like a wad of gum 

That you cannot get out of your mouth 

Not for want of trying 

Infuriating 

And when you do 

And it’s thrown in a corner 

Or hid under a bed

You will always know it’s there

It beckons even then. 

And then you get those 

Know it alls

That solve the unasked question

A reflection of our soul 

When even they 

Cannot leave it alone 

And every day 

Try to beat it quicker 

Or in other multifarious ways. 

Whilst they are sitting

Upside down 

Or blinkered with monochromatic lenses. 

The unasked question

Seems even then

To be completely elusive. 

(C) Shafeesthoughts 

15th January 2018

On the Rubix Cube.