Thank you, Rita. I love it when people buy me socks. It’s one thing that makes me happy, because I never buy good socks for myself. It’s always about practicality. And I don’t think I’m alone.❤️
For awhile, my mom and I used to buy each other socks for holiday gifts. There was something wonderful about buying (and receiving) really good socks that we probably wouldn't buy for ourselves. We fell out of the practice, and now I do buy good socks for myself. Decided I'm too old for crappy socks.
Exactly. The Christmas before last, I bought everyone really good socks, some with a supposed lifetime warranty. I’m glad I did, because with my husband’s cancer, his feet were swollen and I helped him dress. He would call me from the hospice and ask for certain pairs. A nice memory.
Such a playful and real poem, Mary. It speaks to life. As a person who predominantly wears black I loved the lines, "Do you know how many shades of black there are?/Said the mother of six boys, sorting socks." 😂 So many!
And I'm so glad you felt comfortable and welcome in the Poetry Adventure. My three biggest hopes when I host these are that people will feel welcome, creatively energized, and hopefully, like they are part of a (at least momentary) community. So thank you for sharing your experience and speaking so kindly of it. :)
I am looking forward to seeing more of the poems you have been crafting, from this Adventure and beyond.
I’m grateful to you for sharing the invitation. I thought the idea was really clever. I tried to keep up with the prompts, and did come up with some poems that I was happy with. One of the things I loved was how unexpectedly each word could be interpreted. And the yes, all the shades of black. I knew a mom who had six boys, and commented on how hard it was to sort their black socks. And it just gave me a sense of how overwhelming it must be to accomplish something so mundane.
I know what you mean about the unexpected ways the words can be interpreted. Even after coming up with the list, I'm surprised at what actually comes forward on the day of the prompt. It's so cool how creativity reaches into our mind and life. And to see what it invites forward. :)
My Mum had six boys. I think she probably gave up sorting out which socks belonged to who at an early stage! I love the thought about shades of black in that poem, too.
Six boys! I don’t know how she did it. I had one, and he was a challenge, but I’m so grateful for him. As your mother is, I’m certain, for you.
And yes: shades of black. When I think of the success of that shades of gray franchise, it offends me on many levels. When I think of shades of black, it could be a great koan or even a sutra. I could meditate on it forever.
I love the poem, Mary! "Even matched, some socks are misfits" is such a great line. Thanks for including me in your post, and I look forward to reading more of your poetry. 😊
This is great, Mary. Just right for this Monday morning. It made me smile, admire your poetic dexterity and look at my sock drawer in a new, more respectful way.
Such inspired whimsy! Your socks are as cool as your poem. I particularly like the visual riff on Frank Lloyd Wright. Question: Have you ever had a cat “kill” a sock by spiriting it off to some dusty corner? Our cats used to love hunting socks.
Yes, socks and cats. I do believe there’s a feline - clothes dryer - sock connection. Warm spaces, maybe.
I’ve read stories about how dictatorial Wright was when it came to the furnishings of the homes he built. Even down to the dish towels. You may have commissioned and paid for the place, but he was only allowing you to live there. I do love his Tree of Life motif, though. It speaks to me.
Barbara, thank you. You’re very kind. I’m glad you enjoyed this. A sock exchange sounds like something I could really get into. Who doesn’t love socks?❤️
This is fantastic, Mary! Love your poem(s)!!!
Thank you, mary. I’m glad you enjoyed them.❤️
I love this. So much. And socks are always the perfect gift. If they are the right socks.
Thank you, Rita. I love it when people buy me socks. It’s one thing that makes me happy, because I never buy good socks for myself. It’s always about practicality. And I don’t think I’m alone.❤️
For awhile, my mom and I used to buy each other socks for holiday gifts. There was something wonderful about buying (and receiving) really good socks that we probably wouldn't buy for ourselves. We fell out of the practice, and now I do buy good socks for myself. Decided I'm too old for crappy socks.
Exactly. The Christmas before last, I bought everyone really good socks, some with a supposed lifetime warranty. I’m glad I did, because with my husband’s cancer, his feet were swollen and I helped him dress. He would call me from the hospice and ask for certain pairs. A nice memory.
This is really touching, and I'm pretty sure I'm never going to look at socks quite the same way again. 💙
These are wonderful! ♥️
Thank you, Dee Dee. So glad you enjoyed them.❤️
Sock poems. What a triumph!
Thank you, June. I had fun with these.❤️
Great job, Mary. A delight. I think you covered all bases very cleverly.
Thank you, Monica.❤️
I absolutely love this! Darn socks.
Thanks, Deborah!❤️
Delightful! And it proves that anything can be an inspiration for writing.
I love writing about things that get overlooked or ignored or taken for granted. So glad you enjoyed this.❤️
Finding the sublime in the mundane...with a touch of humour 😉
Fun! And timely - I just purchased new socks today!
Sweet. I love the feeling of putting on new socks.❤️
Me too
Charming, rueful, witty--and great photos to boot.
Thanks, Mary! ❤️
Such a fun poem! I love socks. Who knew?
Thanks, Tiffany! I had a good time with this.
Such a playful and real poem, Mary. It speaks to life. As a person who predominantly wears black I loved the lines, "Do you know how many shades of black there are?/Said the mother of six boys, sorting socks." 😂 So many!
And I'm so glad you felt comfortable and welcome in the Poetry Adventure. My three biggest hopes when I host these are that people will feel welcome, creatively energized, and hopefully, like they are part of a (at least momentary) community. So thank you for sharing your experience and speaking so kindly of it. :)
I am looking forward to seeing more of the poems you have been crafting, from this Adventure and beyond.
I’m grateful to you for sharing the invitation. I thought the idea was really clever. I tried to keep up with the prompts, and did come up with some poems that I was happy with. One of the things I loved was how unexpectedly each word could be interpreted. And the yes, all the shades of black. I knew a mom who had six boys, and commented on how hard it was to sort their black socks. And it just gave me a sense of how overwhelming it must be to accomplish something so mundane.
I know what you mean about the unexpected ways the words can be interpreted. Even after coming up with the list, I'm surprised at what actually comes forward on the day of the prompt. It's so cool how creativity reaches into our mind and life. And to see what it invites forward. :)
My Mum had six boys. I think she probably gave up sorting out which socks belonged to who at an early stage! I love the thought about shades of black in that poem, too.
Six boys! I don’t know how she did it. I had one, and he was a challenge, but I’m so grateful for him. As your mother is, I’m certain, for you.
And yes: shades of black. When I think of the success of that shades of gray franchise, it offends me on many levels. When I think of shades of black, it could be a great koan or even a sutra. I could meditate on it forever.
I love the poem, Mary! "Even matched, some socks are misfits" is such a great line. Thanks for including me in your post, and I look forward to reading more of your poetry. 😊
Thanks, Adam. I had a lot of fun writing this. I enjoyed reading your poems and Petra’s as well. A delightful challenge.
This is great, Mary. Just right for this Monday morning. It made me smile, admire your poetic dexterity and look at my sock drawer in a new, more respectful way.
Thank you, Ann! I’m so glad you enjoyed these. My work for the day is done.😊
Such inspired whimsy! Your socks are as cool as your poem. I particularly like the visual riff on Frank Lloyd Wright. Question: Have you ever had a cat “kill” a sock by spiriting it off to some dusty corner? Our cats used to love hunting socks.
Yes, socks and cats. I do believe there’s a feline - clothes dryer - sock connection. Warm spaces, maybe.
I’ve read stories about how dictatorial Wright was when it came to the furnishings of the homes he built. Even down to the dish towels. You may have commissioned and paid for the place, but he was only allowing you to live there. I do love his Tree of Life motif, though. It speaks to me.
At the office one year instead of a White Elephant we had a sock exchange - most fun ever!! I LOVE socks and these poems are WONDERFUL!
Barbara, thank you. You’re very kind. I’m glad you enjoyed this. A sock exchange sounds like something I could really get into. Who doesn’t love socks?❤️
This was marvelously inspiring! And fun!
Thank you, Amy! I’m so glad you enjoyed it.❤️