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1.
A rainbow diced to tease unhurried brains
__With rotating rows of parallel planes.
What is it?
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2.
With no known cure, this blight
Bends down what was upright
Makes distant things draw near
While close ones disappear
And blots without a trace
All vestiges of grace.
What is it?
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3.
On January’s ashen face
A scintillating spray of lace.
The night’s breath caught and sheerly drawn
Across the land to glaze the dawn.
What is it?
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Guess the answer in the comments below and the poet will tell you if you are right.
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Matthew J. Morris lives in New York City. His riddles have appeared in Light and The Lyric.
Taking a shot at #3, I’m guessing an evening snow??? The other 2 have me stumped, which isn’t that hard to do! These are fun – THANKS. 🙂
I’m lousy at riddles, too. Maybe frost for 3?
Interesting and beautifully-crafted riddles. Here are my guesses: 1) Rubik’s cube; 2) Death; 3) Frost.
I agree with Brian’s answers, although #3 could be ice as well as snow or frost.
The first one had me stumped but I agree it’s probably a Rubics cube. Before reading the comments, my guesses for 2 and 3 are as follows: 2) Time or Age. 3) Frost.
1. Rubic’s Cube 2. Mold or fungus 3. Hoarfrost
Thanks to everyone who played! Yes, (1) is Rubik’s Cube, (2) is old age, and (3) is frost.
the first two i have no idea,
the third i would say is hoar frost,
only seen in very cold and damp
weather like Minnesota or Michigan
Upper Penninsula.
VERY creative. A thinking exercise. I especially like #2. I didn’t figure it out, but it’s the perfect description. Thanks for sharing!
My answers were kaleidoscope, old age, and snow.