Day 1--National Poetry Month--Empty, My Man

Today I'm doing a 5 W's poem. If you'd like to learn about this poem form, visit this lovely poetry blog.

EMPTY

He, the man who has sworn to love her until the stars turn to dust,

In utmost negligence takes her offering of self and soul, talent and dreams,

And allows it all to drip like motor oil through his fingers to the scuffed linoleum

He won't meet her eyes when all has spilled away, wasted,

Because he can't let her see he is hollow.
© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy

And an uplifting one...

MY MAN

My partner of Eternity

Works hard to give of the endeavors of his worn, scuffed, brown-nailed hands

Whether at work, home, church, the yard, or beneath our rusting cars.

Every day he fills with service until it can't hold any more.

It's his way of showing he loves us. Even so, sometimes I need words too.

© 2019 by H. Linn Murphy