Odd Socks Options

[Guest_Nina_*]

Odd Socks (revised)

A pair of odd socks
tucked in a drawer:
one blue,
one black flecked with white;
long ill-matched;
hidden in darkness,
never proudly displayed.

I should separate them;
initiate search for their mates.
Yet something stops me -
fear of change?
loneliness worries?
habit?

I’ve grown used to them paired,
so they lie
folded together;
one blue,
one black  flecked with white;
growing old
trapped.


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Odd Socks (original)

A pair of odd socks
tucked in a drawer:
one blue,
one black, flecked with white;
ill-matched for so long;
hiding in darkness
never proudly displayed.

I should separate them;
initiate search for their mate.
Yet something stops me -
fear for change?
thoughts of loneliness?
habit?

I’ve grown used to seeing them paired,
so there they lie
folded together;
one blue,
one black, flecked with white;
gathering dust,
growing old.

[JustDaniel]

Wonderful piece, Nina... really!

In light of something that I read a week or so ago that it may soon be fashionable to wear two different colored socks!  [ Who decides such things?  And who ever decided that one should NOT do such a thing?  We are all a lot more conventional than we may be willing to admit.  And non-conformists often end up conforming to each other. ] ... but back to your poem:

Odd Socks (revised)

[ I immediately thought of the reaction of one of my young friends when we were driving through the seamier sections of downtown Tacoma years ago ans saw a man with a yellow and a pink sock.  The boy said, "I bet he has another pair just like that at home."  He probably didn't, but I do recall a few years later in Pasadena, CA after I bought a pair of shoes and NOT a pair of socks in spite of a salesman's pushiness to get me to do so.  When I got out of the store, I discovered that I had on two different socks!

So, I like your title... and of course we all know some Odd Socks...

and some of them oughta get out of their drawer (singular) more often (although plural in private would probably help too? ) ]

A pair of odd socks
tucked in a drawer:
one blue,
one black flecked with white;
long ill-matched;
hidden in darkness,
never proudly displayed.

[ ... and maybe they oughta have!  Hang convention!  Long live utilitarianism! ]

I should separate them;
initiate search for their mates.
Yet something stops me -
fear of change?
loneliness worries?
habit?

[ Methinks we have enough folks advising their separation.  Perhaps we should re-sort to other means? *smile* ]

I’ve grown used to them paired,
so they lie
[ They needn't lie.  In fact they could easily be utilize inside boots and as the inside pair in winter.  Encourage them to be truthful.  They may even discover themselves in the process! And if they get dirty, they can stand up for themselves in any corner! ]
folded together;
one blue,
one black  flecked with white;
growing old
trapped.

Perhaps they need to open their trap and declare their existence, ya think?

deLighted by this read, sharin' de Light from an odd perspective, Daniel