Conundra (or, Your Koans)

That enigma of your smile:
was it wile all the while?

Those riddles in your piercing eyes:
reflecting or deflecting me.

This puzzle of unspoken words:
if silence had bookshelves to say.

Quandries of indifference:
disinterested, affections kept?

Dilemmas of your care, neglect:
how well you dwell then disappear.

You mystify me endlessly.
Or does my wonder ask too much?

Conundra (or, Your Koans) © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: March 1, 2019