Mourning Matins

 

Mourning Matins

Lately,
it is nightbirds

who prematurely voice
the matins of my day.

I keep knocking myself

against hard surfaces

and all my wounds

are in the shapes of hearts.

Anyone more emotional than you
might feel my pain.

This caring for you

is not simple anymore.

I arise too early

and it makes the day too long.

Prompt words for today are simplicity, anyone, emotional, matinal and caring. Also, for dVerse Poets and Bird of the Day.

14 thoughts on “Mourning Matins

  1. Victoria Stuart's avatarVictoria Stuart

    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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  2. Gerry C.'s avatargc

    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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