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A Single Sock in Time

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Edited by Sarah Waring, Sunday, 17 Feb 2019, 15:17


Sock on a line

A Single Sock in Time

Sometimes I wonder if the air is slightly possessed

The way it circulates to signal an unrest

Other times I wonder if the air is my only friend 

The way it warms me from my top, to my soggy end


At times I wonder if the rain is a demon from above

Toying with my affections and dampening my love

Although one time I saw the colour through a dismal view

It was a rainbow eminating beauty across the fields of dew


All the time I dangle here with the earth as my view

Wondering if it stares at me, looking for something new 

Until the end of time, we're forgotten objects of a dreery life

I wonder if this is hell, or a peaceful life without the strife


One last time I pray for freedom from the fires of this hell

I want to be free and loved, with a happy story to tell

I maybe just a dangling sock, forgotten on a lonely line

But once upon a time I did belong, in a heaven that was mine.


By Sarah E Waring


#poetry #poem #sockintime #time 


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Build Me a Dream

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Lucy and Me

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Lucy And Me

Once upon a rainy day
I strolled across the park
In the distance, I saw a stray
And heard his delicate bark

His lead was tied around a swing
It was tattered and lost its thread
How could someone do such a thing?
He was starved and left for dead

I picked him up and held him tight
His frailty lumped my throat
He was cold and obviously full of fright
So I comforted him in my coat

We ran through the rain as fast as I could
And demanded to see the vet
She looked at us both covered in mud
She laughed and said, 'you're a bit wet'

'He was left for dead, please will you help?'
She nodded as she took him from me
She examined him and he let out a yelp
'This dog's not a he...he's a she'

She laughed and then she let out a sigh
As she stroked the dog's matted hair
She said she was lucky she did not die
And she was lucky that I found her there

'I will take her and look after her now
And give her the life that she needs
But you will have to help and show me how
With her care and all her feeds'

Three years have passed as of today
And Lucy, the stray, is alive and well
Sarah, the vet, became my wife in May

...Now wasn't that a story to tell?


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