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The Frequency of Socks
by Ken HarnischInto the labyrinth I go
Hating the reason
For the trip again
Thinking self-reflection,
Which is fine for philosophers
And other frightened men ,
Was a journey
I used to take
So many times
I thought they named
The highway after me
Thinking is fine in its place
But I have not yet determined
In which drawer of my overstuffed dresser
It should go, or how easily
I should be able to find it
Again when I need it
Say, with the frequency of socks. 07/14/2008 Author's Note: Tag, Mel...you;re it...and watch those pesky mosquitoes
Posted on 07/14/2008
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 07/14/08 at 04:48 PM This is one great little poem, I really enjoyed it, reread it again and again...how the title ties in was refreshing at the end...an entertaining read...loved the opening line too, it mirrors the poem itself, with drawers and a cavernous feel...peace, jewels |
| Posted by Sandy M. Humphrey on 07/15/08 at 10:21 PM Self reflection tied in with philosophy and socks reminds me of a line from one of my fav movies about rationalizations...love the way your mind works. excellent write. smh |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/17/08 at 02:59 PM Self deprecating humor brings a sympathetic smile. Metaphor of dresser and socks very effective. |
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