like clams on a beach hungry to survive
your search just another night.
Innovative nooks and cracks between
the boulders of your clothes, beneath
the sediment of underwear and
undershirts, and bags, and trash
you keep to collect more trash.
Socks hide like termites in the woodwork of
your clothes, practicing elongating pockets and
static cling to avoid being shaken out.
A desperate stretch over a tub of open water
to avoid the beast which whooshes and swirls,
grinding back and forth with jerking
motions of a torrent ride.
I can't blame the hiding socks,
fearful of whiplash and bashing
against their neighbors like tumbling stones.
I don't want to chip towards round perfection.
I like my jagged edges
but socks, fabric, are a toddler
avoiding a bath after exploring
the Great Planes of Muddtopica.
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I know nothing about poems, but as per our arrangement:
I like the imagery, it seems like it accentuates on little things that are overlooked, like motion or texture, which is a neat concept to me. I like the tone of the whole thing, with the exception of the last part:
"but socks, fabric, are a toddler
avoiding a bath after exploring
the Great Planes of Muddtopica."
It just seems like the rest of it has a tone and that breaks the flow and seems somewhat silly in comparison. Other than that, it's on point, doesn't seem to have any errors that I can see, and has a cool mood to it.
Hi Aley,
This poem is so funny and so true at the same time! I know because I do my laundry that there's one sock that just never seems to meet it's match. Your capitalization is a little all over the place but other than that there are really no major problems that I see. My favorite line is,
I can't blame the hiding socks,
fearful of whiplash and bashing
against their neighbors like tumbling stones.
Socks have such terryfing lives that apparently I didn't know about. Thanks for enlightening me! Overall this is a lovely poem and I think we all need a little humor to brighten our day. And as always, keep writing.
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Alright, I can't really say I'm giving a review but consider this a fan letter to my favorite writer. God you're amazing. This reminds me of my every day struggle to find my socks when I'm getting ready for school.You expressed each and every word really nice and in an extremely funny way.I couldn't help but smile but while reading this.I didn't know a person could think so much of a tiny sock but you did.Socks will always be socks and that being said keep on writing and Just one more thing left that is I loved the 'Great planes of Muddtopica' but shouldn't it be plains?Planes are airplanes write i don't quite know which one you wanted there but It's great.
So I googled 'skanen' and apparently it's not a word... Typo?
I find socks to be the perfect topic for the most deeply profound poetry.
Otherwise, it's awesome!
XD Thank you DragonLily. Shaken, yes, total typo. I don't even know how I got from shaken to skanen...
Heya! mountainclimber here for a review!
This was a really intricate poem for being a poem about socks. ^^ It really lives up to being dramatic and humorous, too. I love how you used similes to describe laundry days, you also used some pretty great words!I liked what you said about," the Great Planes of Muddtopica." That made me smile. I was a little confused with first couple sentences, perhaps you could make the poem a bit more clear? I guess capitalization and commas are really all you need here, though!
I thought this was so funny! This reminds of somebody I know, but can't place. Maybe a famous poet/writer?? Dunno, guess I'll figure it out later.
Losing socks can be a nightmare. I lose my socks all the time in the laundry and I am constantly having to buy more. So I can relate.
You did a great job! Keep writing!
mountainclimber
I do like your poem, I love how you can be dramatic about socks.
However you should start every line with a capital letter (it's a rule), and I think ending a sentence with the words 'of' or 'and' doesn't look too good. I think you should put those words in the beginning of the next sentence.
I love your metaphors, you're obviously very creative. I wonder how long it took you to write this?
You use words I have never even heard of, I like that.
I hope my review helped you a little.
Hi Natasha!
Thank you for your review, I'd just like to point out that after e. e. cummings in the course of American Poetry, the rule to always have a capital at the start of a line ended rather abruptly. Popular and world renowned poets like Sandra Cisneros, Billy Collins, Judith Cofer, Martin Espada, and many, many more, do not start their poems with a capital as the first letter of a line.
I wrote an article about capitalization in poetry for YWS if you want to take a look: Capitalization in Poetry I covered some of the general presumptions and modern interpretations of things like first letter capitalization, lack of capitalization, and sentence capitalization.
I'll take your line break information into consideration, thanks for telling me ^^
Ah thanks! I didn't know that.
OH WOWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!It was a funny poem.it contained humour. I loved your poem.its so beautifully composed.Aley,you have a good art of writing poems.It is very beutiful."WHERE DO SOCKS HIDE" is a poem of lost socks if i am not wrong.But this is what i understood from the second and third stanza of your poem, Aley.
But i enjoyed reading it.It was indeed a very humorous and dramatic poem.:3