Dimension Of Lost Socks
Monstrous dryers
Eating cotton
Socks that slip away
With every spin
Behind old closets
And in the garden
Purple fuzzy socks
Blue ones with holes,
and red woollen stripes,
Vanish one by one,
Into a magical space
Where many lost
Socks have gone before
Some return, others don’t,
But they do float,
Across shining stars
Around the blue heart
Of the universe.
Eating cotton
Socks that slip away
With every spin
Behind old closets
And in the garden
Purple fuzzy socks
Blue ones with holes,
and red woollen stripes,
Vanish one by one,
Into a magical space
Where many lost
Socks have gone before
Some return, others don’t,
But they do float,
Across shining stars
Around the blue heart
Of the universe.
This poem is copyright (©) K.G. Munro 2024
About the Writer
K.G. Munro
K.G. Munro is an author and poet. Here are a few of her writing credits: Indian Periodical, Ink Pantry, Chewers & Masticadores, The Wombat Post, Pawners Papers, Reformed Journal, FreshOutMag, The Wee Sparrow Press, Spillwords, VSANA, Scottish Book Trust, Mad In America, Earthly Comforts, FeversOfTheMind, Humans Of The World Blog, and The Gorko Gazette.
