Maybe I seemed to take you for granted,
maybe you always felt supplanted
by my oft and careless controlling acts,
but I thought you wanted to tread in my tracks.
I always loved both of you equally,
you and your sister were kind to me.
We walked about the world with pride.
the two of you marching side-by side
while with my feet I’d lead the way,
revelling in our intimacy.
I feel the guilt; was I to blame
for your twin sister’s grief and shame?
While wrapped around my toes she stares
at my left foot so stark and bare.
I haven’t the heart to put on my shoe
and cover that sad scrap of blue.
Friends may shake their heads and say
“y
You’ll have to throw that sock away –
it has no use with out it’s twin.
Put it behind you and start again.”
I haven’t the heart to forget the past,
I thought I’d found a love to last.
I should have checked the washing machine –
I blanch at what a fool I’ve been.
Two socks went in, just one came out
and though I’ve wept and searched about
the sock is gone, it is not there
and I am broken past repair.
Oh! blue cotton beauty, come back to me,
I’ll love you throughout eternity.
©Jane Paterson Basil
Where do they go? And if the washing machine eats them (which is the only sensible answer) then why doesn’t it get clogged up with fleece and fluff? It’s an eternal, unanwerable conundrum 🙂
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It never happened to me before I moved to this flat. I wish I’d appreciated the blessedness of my life.
Oh woe, woe.
I love socks, and they really were my favourites…
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Oh, no – they’re real beloved missing socks. Terrible. I have a favourite pair of socks too – a pair of walking socks, most I every spent on a single pair to go with my walking boots. They are the best fitting, most comfy … My feet sigh with relief when I wear them X
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They sound like the kind of socks I gaze at and stroke lovingly in shops, before walking away with regret.
There’s a happy end to my story. I’ll post it when I sort out an image to go with it…
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Yes, the largest single sock investment of my life! But you can at least feel the quality of them. They feel like they’re made for me. Wonderful. Intrigued about Sockgate – I will keep looking in to see further developments
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All of the 39 flats in this building share the laundry room. A few weeks ago I lost four odd socks. I wish I had checked the line a few days later. When tenants find other peoples bits and pieces mixed up with theirs, they often put them on the line that runs across the room. My socks probably stayed up there for a few days, until someone decided they weren’t going to be claimed, and threw them away.
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What a forlorn thought – left to hang for days before being sent to landfill. A sad, sad end for loyal hosiery 🙂
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My preference is bare feet….but with that said, I do share a sock fetish with my daughter..
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A good sock is a beautiful thing, but not much use without its partner. (Sniff… no, I’m fine, I’ve got something in my eye, I’m fine, really…)
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I introduce a single and make a new pair…
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Bu what if they don’t like each other?
It sounds like arranged marriage to me. I hope you let them get to know each other first, and give them a choice!
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I haven’t had any complaints….they’re all still together!
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You must be a good matchmaker…
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:)))))
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Well shoot! I guess I should have read this one first!
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You’re not the person person ever to skip to the end before reading the beginning…
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I need to reorder my inbox!
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Ooh err! Sounds painful!
BTW The sun has just set. Purple and red mountains have risen up on the horizon. Just in front of it, miles from here, someone is setting off fireworks. It’s amazingly beautiful and strange.
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So where’s the accompanying poem?
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I was confused – I thought you were commenting on the second poem. This is the fisrt one. Here’s the follow-up
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Actually I was talking about a poem about what you were seeing out your window! You think so fast on your feet I expected to see one pop up right then and there. 😀
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Oh, right! Sorry to let you down. I was just adding another 2,500 words to my memoirs. The poem flew out of the window (it’s probably sitting on top of the cloud mountains.)
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