I am red
On all four sides
In this place
That I reside
Next to red
Is what I choose
Until the hand
And then I move.
Soon they change
I'm not all right
sitting now
Next to white
The reds have moved.
I'm in between
What appears to be
The new guy, green.
To make things worse
The top row too,
Begins to move
And turns into blue.
One quick twist
and a toss for show
The corners now
A bright yellow.
In the middle
I am bound
As a haze of orange
Slowly Surrounds.
"I don't want to be here
If I stay, I am dead
You don't belong here!
You are not red."
"No, we are not"
As said the green.
"We are much different."
The yellow agreed.
"But answer us something."
Said the most literate white
"answer us this,
And we'll leave without fight."
"So shall we"
Said the orange and the blue
"Answer this question,
and we will leave too."
"Oh, good friend red,
we are not to blame.
By the tug on our stickers,
are we not all the same?"
I had to considered this
Less shrouded by doubt
After much deliberate
My sticker fell out.
So now on cube
Though less thought do we lack
We are nice and peaceful
Since we're all black.
Author notes
I did not expect to enter into a Rubik writing contest, but i did. I know, great story, Right? and i just found twenty dollars. OMG!
A contest entry
- The most random challenge...ever... by Jai Guru Deva.
550 points, ended May 27, 2007, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I just read some Dr. Suess.
Comments
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are you related to dr seuss???? if so you should write a book!!!! haha
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Hi RT. I didn't expect to be reading a poem about a rubiks cube but it makes a welcome change from love poems, unless you love your rubik cube. I admit to spending a few hours (many years ago) trying to solve the thing but only ever did it once. In the end I learned to cheat when no one was looking, taking the cube apart and putting it back together in the correct order lol.
I liked your poem very much, especially as it took on its own persona and talked to itself and if i'm not wrong it should have told itself that a cube has 6 sides lol. Non the less, this poem has a great quality to entertain the reader
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this is the most confusing, rambling, insane, schizophrenic poem i could have imagined...i commend you for that! lol. amazing. it's entertaining and amusing, but also psychotic and neurotic. people as k me all the time "how can you just sit there with a cube for hours?" and I can't explain it how obsessive and neurotic it makes you. lol. thanks for the fun read.
good job and good luck.
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