Sophia White

Rookie ('90 / America)

Adopted Strays - Poem by Sophia White

They fill my every shelf and every basket.
My sock drawer holds more of them than socks.
My closet overflows with them – I cannot open the door
Without getting a toe or two smashed by their fall.
They stack against the wall and in the corners,
Spreading like a plague beneath the bed.
They function as side-tables and doorstops,
And sometimes stray even into the hall.
I cannot keep them under control at all,
And just when it seems they are finally in hand
A few more wander through the door,
And beg with silent eyes for a place to say
What can I say? They are so lovely
And they smell so very nice – I must concede.
Though my mind chides me, knowing I shall never read
All these strays I’ve adopted – all these books.


Comments about Adopted Strays by Sophia White

  • Rookie - 23 Points Rajaram Ramachandran (4/16/2007 8:08:00 PM)

    What a suspense till the end. I was guessing some insect all over, until the last word 'books' A nice presentation of your talent. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Raymond Wright (4/16/2007 8:03:00 PM)

    Sounds as though you have been to my house!
    ~Ray (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 16, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 15, 2011


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