14 thoughts on “Mourning Matins”

1. paeansunplugged September 14, 2019 at 7:35 AM

   Beautiful!

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2. Victoria Stuart September 14, 2019 at 12:38 PM

   I love this poem, and read it to my mother (who keeps bringing me mystifying bruises). My favorite line: “I keep knocking myself
   against hard surfaces

   and all my wounds
   are in the shapes of hearts.”

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   1. lifelessons Post authorSeptember 14, 2019 at 1:00 PM

      It gets easier to bruise as you get older. i can just bump against something and wound myself..

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   2. lifelessons Post authorSeptember 14, 2019 at 1:01 PM

      I really do have a wound in the shape of a heart on my arm. Took a photo but it seemed a bit macabre to post it..so I chose a different image as an illustration.

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3. Anonymous September 14, 2019 at 12:57 PM

   I really love this one. It’s unlike your usual pieces, but you wrote it well, and it speaks to me.

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   1. lifelessons Post authorSeptember 14, 2019 at 12:59 PM

      Thanks..Yes. Serious today.

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4. memadtwo September 14, 2019 at 8:27 PM

   Somehow in sleeplessness everything converges. There is so much between the lines here. (K)

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   1. lifelessons Post authorSeptember 14, 2019 at 8:36 PM

      Aha.. glad you were reading there!

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5. Frank Hubeny September 14, 2019 at 9:12 PM

   I like the description of wounds being in the shape of hearts and the last two lines describing rising early as making the day too long.

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   1. lifelessons Post authorSeptember 14, 2019 at 9:28 PM

      Thanks, Frank. I literally do have a wound in the shape of a heart on my arm!

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6. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) September 15, 2019 at 11:00 AM

   This is a situation way too many women ends up in… to have to care for someone, to be the cushion for their wounds, and end up being bruised herself.

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7. koolkosherkitchen September 15, 2019 at 3:51 PM

   Very powerful

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8. gc September 18, 2019 at 11:59 AM

   Bravo. You have elegantly and beautifully summed up the way that all relationships profoundly affect us all. Ever caring, ever hoping , and ever loving. Your symbolism is well chosen. Words definitely written from the heart.

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   1. lifelessons Post authorSeptember 18, 2019 at 12:12 PM

      Thanks, GC..I so often write humor that it is appreciated when someone recognizes the difference.

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