Poet Rummager

Toy

 

You toy with my heart.

It becomes a Rubik’s cube –

Scrambled and twisted.

 

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      • You only too kind to me make blush. I make however only sense all time: you say to poem “scrambled” so I only say to make “eggs.” You say to poem “twisted” so I only to say make dance, you know, like Charleston dance. So I think who dance? With Beatles, like that. Erno Rubik who make “toy” from Hungary and cube like poem to have six side or as you call too “faces” like cube. So you see, all good sense. Koszonom szepen (“Kedves” mean “dear” in Hungarian like “Dear” to English letter.) Thank you.You so kind.

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    • You perform at a much higher intellect than I do! I read “Kedves” to mean being kind or nice… so my interpretation of your words were the things that you enjoyed doing. Interesting to get the real meaning and how much it all really is connected to my poem. Nicely done. Thanks again 🙂

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  6. You can consult Will Smith (Pursuit of Happyness), He’ll help you unscramble it…No one will dare to toy with your heart again…Haha.
    Jokes apart. you write so well.

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  9. I really like this haiku. It plays with my mind in a fun and teasing manner. Since the title has the word “toy” in it, I read this as a light hearted bantering type of heart play; the type more relationships could benefit from. Well done!

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  11. That’s a nice metaphor for the puzzling mixture of emotions love brings. I’m afraid to mention I was so bad at Rubik’s cubes as a child, I used to pull them apart and then secretly put all the pieces together again in the correct place when no one was looking. I didn’t actually lie and tell people I’d solved the puzzle. I merely walked around with the completed puzzle clearly visible in my hands and let them draw their own conclusions.

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