sueb
sueb
Jan 06, 2013

A Husband

He takes out the trash, or makes dinner

thinks he's cleaned the whole house

he's not capable of being quiet as a mouse

full of self-praise

himself, he amaze

selective hearing and speech

sometimes hard to reach

never practices what he preach

loveable and incorrigible

he's not interchangable

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ireland, IRL

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Esker

Esker

12 years 3 months ago

we grow like vine trees wound about the soul
of the other
filling in the shadow
where our warmth and light
can be

and yet we canter hauling burdens
catching an eye or a look
aware of what misery has took

I wear your poem
on my heart
Sueb

Like this one much!