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I think he takes his socks off
all over the countryside.
Every week another one of a pair
disappears, unaccounted for,
gone AWOL or M.I.A.
I don't buy his "Missing Sock Theory"
— the wash-machine eats them up —
or the notion that hungry gremlins
slink into the hamper
and feast on its fetid tenants.
Haunted by the sobs
of their deserted sock mates
— with hope that some of the prodigals
will find their way home —
I keep adding the abandoned partners
to a rubber-banded bunch in his drawer.
So far, the bundle just gets bigger.
© by Patricia Williams.
Used with the author's permission.
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Patricia Williams and her husband live in central Wisconsin amid farm fields and abundant wildlife. She began writing poetry after retiring from 32 years of teaching Art and Design. Poetry, she feels, is painting with words, both using the same design principles. Patricia's work appears in many journals and anthologies, and she is the author of The Port Side of Shadows, a poetry chapbook about her travels, and Midwest Medley: Places & People, Wild Things & Weather, which received an Outstanding Achievement Award from the Wisconsin Library Association. Her most recent book is Rejection to Acceptance: 57 Poems That Finally Made It, a collection of poems with commentary. All of the poems in the book were eventually published, but were initially rejected--three, four, even five times. "It's the old theme of ...If at first you don't succeed," says Patricia. "I am a determined (stubborn!) person."
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Jancan:
Yes, what DOES happen to those socks?
I have so many mateless ones! Love this poem! Jaanice
Posted 01/09/2019 11:08 AM
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cork:
Tell your husband that unmatched socks are now in style and begin making new pairs.
Posted 01/07/2019 08:12 AM
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