Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I´ve never thought about you
except in winter
when we were at the dojo
or having yoga class
(I guess you would have been not noticed at all
or I would have get ride of you
with hurry
in other situations)
yeah,
I observed your holes
and my inability for mending
your always too dark or too light parts
(sometimes you made me felt embarrassed)
recently I cleaned? my 70´s rug,
that made me rethink things, you know?:
maybe I´ll join the japanese way
for some months
but we are in summer
anyway, now

It's a sweet piece. I enjoyed it. My thing with socks is, if I have two clean socks, I've got a match.

Peace,
Barry

this is a touching poem, Veronica
I wish you would write more for us

here is a companion piece for it

The Poet's Dirty Socks

Are you READY to fall in love?
I mean are you READY?
you are not a silly young girl
at least not sillier than I require
how do you look when your hair is rolled up
and you're pulling the poet's socks from the dryer?
Cuz the poet's dirty socks

are just like any other dirty socks
and we have to go through
do you snore or have the pox?
and who has keys and who has locks
list your real estate list your stocks
what was in that little black box?
and before we cum we're on the rocks
And I tell you it's all because of socks
Cuz the poet's dirty socks
are just like any other dirty socks

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I think doreen has a piece about socks too

barry: it sounds like a reasonable selection criterio! I´ll look for last year´s remaining ones somewhere near may! thanks for reading!

clay: you felt touched? really? great! mmm... but more??... well, I not tend to be too profilic beyond conversation lately but at the same time I´m not too busy, so... maybe, who knows! beautiful poem, gracias!!

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Sock it to me!!!
This is sweet!
H

dear socks,

i am doing it the summer way now
since your holes were beginning to grow
as big as winter.
i am meaning no offence
but i am no good in darning.
and i was beginning to get cold
(those leaks were letting in
all the hibernal ailments
and aches of cold).
my soles long to run for
wamer times by themselves now
(and don't tell me about the snow
that is still out there, please -
i want to let my bases wander
and my mind, but
not from the subject!)

oh, and - do you think you could be
on the mend before next winter?
thanks.

until then, warm greetings,
your ex-wearer

This is so funny, it brought a wide smile to lips and eyes.

I have a drawer full of holy socks and ever so occasionally I'll wear one of them...and ask myself why later!

It is humbling.

socks
rocks!

yeah!

I remember very well my mother sitting in her favorite chair before the radio listening to (who knows what?) while darning socks on the darning ball - an oval wooden ball on the top of a wooden handle. I never questioned the price of socks back then, I was very young, but socks must have been expensive enough to mend the holes... just like repairing a tear in a shirt or sewing on a button from her button box (how many mother's had those collections of buttons gathered from various pieces of clothing that were too worn to repair?), everything was not disposable as they are today... yet!

good poem, arcadia! brought me some smiles and memories.

muchisimas gracias, amiga mia...

i ussally do not comment on peoples stuff. cause i am a self centered asshole. count the times I write or I use I in this cause I probally will alot.

so, damn thats a nice little thought, and the ?dude? are you too afriad to talk to him?

are you geting all zen?

simple laid back
laying back
relax
a relaxation attack?

is the guys name frank?
does jealouse for strangers indicate insanity?

some sweet, and i would die
if it were writen for me

but i feel like a dude back
in the knoghts days now
prancing around in tights

GAP

wait was this about socks? anyweay i did not catch the sock bit really

jesus, i am an idiot, if you think of socks like that then man, you are a lovely person.

ps
advice:ALWAYS READ TITLES OF POEMS