A wrinkle in time
traces linear language,
connecting age spot dots spelling out
the sum total of a life;
creases of compassion
linked to crow’s foot trails
where sorrow and laughter
convene,
eloquent epistle,
novel penned hour by hour,
word by word,
line by line.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
I was browsing published poetry and came across yours. Connected with your piece as a middle aged woman (ug, did I just say that?). Sometimes I hardly recognize myself on this wrinkled road of aging. Trying to remain calm, er, graceful…but vanity vexes me
The aging process is such a conundrum – it brings wisdom along with the aches, and as a part of life, must be lived. Perhaps there really IS a way to grow old gracefully! Thanks so much for your humorous connection! 🙂
I went with my husband to his dermatologist appointment, with the ulterior motive of getting him to consider some professional strength wrinkle-fillers for me…he’s so sweet…he said we could find the money…but I know it’s a losing battle.
*chuckle* You could likely find a better money pit to sink your cash into – like filling in mine? 😀
lol…thanks for the levity… and for the follow. I’m looking forward to reading more from you too.
It’s always great to meet another like-minded poet! (Wrinkled ones are double-keepers…)
Very good, M.
Clever! I don’t mind being warped by time. In fact every wrinkle, runkle, crinkle, crunkle, rumple or crinkle-crankle on my exterior means that I am alive (!) and if I have plenty of the same on the surface of my brain it means my brain is still alive too. Life without wrinkles would be no fun at all 🙂
🙂 LOVE your wrinkle words – you should patent them! hehe
As Shakespeare said, “Aye, there’s the rub… ”
Botox, Maalox,
Sanskrit from Docs,
Mary Kay, Ben Gay…
But, hey!
Why not time-delay? 😉
Aye, why not? 🙂
I actually love watching the aging process. Am thankful for each day I get to live to see another day. I could do without the middle-aged hormonal break-outs though – Ugh!
Ugh from me, too! I actually am getting more and more comfortable in my own skin – and I don’t even mind the grey sneaking into my hairline – I figure that I’ve earned those marks of wisdom! 🙂
Bravo ! Encore! What a wonderful blessing to find those tiny creases and effects that WE have experience and have experienced life –hopefully to its fullest !
Right! And – hopefully we add wisdom to those lines! 😉
Wow, I never thought of my face being a novel in progress….
Absolutely! Just think of that cliff-hanger nose. 🙂
Oh you are too much!