Description: This is a poem that was inspired by laundry, yes laundry. It struck me that I had lost yet another sock and that we send these noble clothes into battle every day after walking on them, perhaps the second most insulting job clothes do, and yet when they are lost in the dryer, life goes on for us without skipping a beat.
And okay, there's the clear metaphor for the forgotten souls among us who go unnoticed in life and might also go unmourned. So I actually got choked up over the loss of a sock while simultaneously laughing my ass off. This was also a nice break from a much deeper poem I'd been working on at the time.
Finally, fellow poet mapled inspired this edition with a critique of the original. I have also reclassified it with an acknowledgement of its tongue-in-cheek origin.
Lost Socks -2nd edition -------------------------------------------
Nobody's looking for me.
I'm just considered 'lost'.
No alert goes out.
Does my mate even care?
Let's face it.
I was an afterthought to begin with.
A last minute thoughtless gift.
And the same thoughtlessness faces me now.
But this sock will not be bitter.
Few people are treated any better.
Socks can be such a pain in the @ss! LOL! I have gotten to the point now that.....I have a basket set to the side....and all that goes in it is socks. Then....they never get sorted and matched....you just have to dig through the pile and find what you are looking for! LOL
Many of us can be like a lost sock so to say.....we can get lost and the sad thing is.....you never give a lot of effort to find that lost sock....you simply find a new pair.
Oh laundry. I, personally hate laundry. I live in a mall (ok that makes me sound like a bum. but my apartment is attached to a mall? ok. to hard to explain. But I swear, I rent the space I live in). and losing socks is like losing your train of thought... it happens way to often (atleast for me). I liked the satire, but the poem become unsatirical when you give it away in the end. I know you weren't trying to make it a satire, but if you even wanted to make a 3rd edition, you could mold this into an amazing satire. Human condition is so dissapointing sometimes. We live in such a hedonistic world, and people are lacking compassion and morals. Its unfortunate, and this poem really points out the unfortunate tendancies we have as humans. Frankly, I have no hope for my generation, the way people treat other people is JUST like the treatment of a lost sock... who cares, you throw the other one out or match it with another lost sock. No one cares, everyone is living purely for themseleves.
Anyways, I read the origional and then the revised version, and there is a vast amount of improvement! I am impressed.
This is another very thought provoking write from you If you look carefully at the sock you will see it protects our feet the things that keep us moving forward in life I really like the way you worded this Excellent Work God Bless Ron
Hummmm... first I had to chuckle. Seen the title and thought... Lost sock??? So I begin reading your poem with a grin on my face. Didn't last long. I agree with everyone it seems that the play with words here is awesome. That you could think of such a comparison. Humm I think I need to go reread it again and then see what else you have brewing. Anyway.. makes for a very interesting read to say the least. Just because it is what it is, I have to add it to my favorites! :)
this poem is very thought provoking.. i most certainly love it.. i don't let the sock part deter me from thinking of sooo many lost souls.. how the thought of being lost has entered my head on occasion.. as i'm sure other minds as well.. i think it's very well written.. :) very very interesting look at the lost sock...
how very unique of a poem! so many of my socks seem to get lost this way.. haven't you ever heard of the sock poker game that goes on in the back of the dryer? that's where they all end up.. sad how the mate doesn't even miss it... poignant last lines, too.
Ingenious, how you placed yourself in the viewpoint of a sock. It makes the composition of the peace simpler, but with more value and creativity. I have never thought like a sock before. Maybe a werewolf, yes (thanks to wolfpupgirl), but never a sock! Thank YOU for that. I love your title by the way, I think it's just adorable. Let's see some more dirty laundry!
This poem eould be so depressing if it weren't about socks. I think the irony of the lost lonely sock is lessened by the title and the description. I like to be led-along into believing a poem is about one thing, then find out it's about something else in the end. Good voice- I really feel as if I am the audience and not someone behind me.
Submission Name: Lost Socks -2nd edition
