A reprieve poem in the vein of P.N.
The weather is still warm –
it’s drawer time for socks
And I’ll bet you anything
that they like it –
no wear, no tear,
– Johannes Beilharz (© 2013)
Pablo Neruda, not one to disdain any topic for poetry, wrote an ode to his socks, just like he wrote poems on other mundane things, such as celery, for example.
While the above brief ode could not possibly aspire to the seriousness and pathos of Neruda’s gifted hand-knit socks, it can claim to be a sock-friendly poem appicable to all kinds of socks.