Ode to Mismatched Socks

All mismatched socks go in a bag

(evidence that I have given up the task)

I wear the individuals until there are holes

then throw them away


buried in the bag

is a pair

long departed from each other

and I rejoice

they are together again


dVerse prompt on laundry. Here’s to the missing socks that went down the drain and didn’t get in this poem.

Ode to Mismatched Socks

14 thoughts on “Ode to Mismatched Socks

  1. I enjoyed your ode to mismatched socks, Jane, which made me smile. I spend time matching up my husband’s socks and he puts on odd socks anyway! I love the way the pair of socks finds its way back together in the bottom of the bag.


  2. I almost always wear mismatched socks. People point out that my socks don’t match, as if somehow I don’t know, or I did it to bother them personally. I find the strong need for matching socks quite amusing. It is fun how the socks found each other in the bag. I pull mine randomly from a drawer. Every once in a while, I end up wearing matching socks.

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