Wrote this sometime ago...when I began to notice the subtle little lines that time has a way of sharing with us...
Tiny Lines of the Past
I caught a glimpse in the mirror today… I was a bit surprised… something about the image staring back at me. It was slightly different, or…maybe I just hadn’t noticed… faint lines were upon my face… I leaned in for a closer image to see… carefully studying the tiny creases along my brow, allowing my finger to gently trace… I reflected as the years passed by… remembering when they appeared and why. A thought occurred as traced the outline of my eye… recalling when this small line adorned my face…Ah…yes I remember it well… sleepless nights of worry and trailing tears. Tracing each tiny little line… One by one I began to recall the years. The gentle curve along my cheek, gradually it had appeared over time. Smiling at myself I now could see why… for this one was but a tiny little laugh line. Stepping back away from this image… To myself I firmly made a commitment… I would not dwell upon the past. But look forward to tomorrows that were yet to be, but if a reminder of yesterdays I should need… then upon my face… in the mirror I could gently trace… days that have been spent…and a story of a lifetime…told through tiny little lines and a map of the past…
I believe we share the same mirror Joyce. Apologies to you, I thought for sure I was tracking you and realized today I wasn't...am now. I do believe we earn every line and that they simply enhance our outer being as a reflection of what's tryly blooming inside.
xo Taylor
Very good poem and a subject that I know a lot about.The time comes when you can't see them anymore unless you have the right glasses on. So you don't wear your glasses. Or you fill the lines out with a smile. Very best wishes Joyce McInnes
Yes...wisdom born of sorrow, Joyce, and the beauty it leaves behind.
Even exquisite leather isn't really gorgeous, until lines begin to grace its surface either...He seasons us, and carves out our character through trials and tribulations. But He also endows us with those laugh lines and twinkling eyes!
This is an exquisite offering, Joyce, really gorgeous.
Love&Hugs, Rhonda
Reviewed by Butch Howard (Reader)
Reviewed on November 6, 2006
Those lines are badges of honor! This is a lovely piece of poetry and I thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
~Butch
And that's how experience is traced. That's how we know we've lived, and hopefully learned. Thank you for this wonderful sharing, and thanks for reading my work and taking the time to leave your thoughts behind. :-)
I have a line that comes and goes. I wish I knew what I was doing to cause its appearance; I'd stop doing that! Nevertheless, I appreciate the message of your poem and in reality have no qualms about getting older, especially if it means I get wiser. :-) Sometimes I have my doubts on the latter. Wonderful write, Joyce. ~~Nordette
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2006
Character lines, mapping ones life story.
A philosophers thoughts...Sound as a pound write..
Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2006
oH SO TRUE PRECIOUS jOYCE..tHEN WE PASS INTO SPIRIT WORLD..i TRY TO BALANCE MY SPIRITUAL WITH PHYSICAL LIFE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE..
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2006
A grace of beauty and wise sage become the lines of age and the shadow lines of youth this one is so well expressed... I love your style and your poems always warm, teaching and sharing wonderful.......
Wonderful sentiments, Joyce. I believe that we've earned each one of those lines, along with the experience and the knowledge withheld within...
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
P.S. I have grey hair growing out just above my right forehead, and some of my friends perceived it as I have put highlights on my hair on that spot. Heeeheeee! I always have to explain to them it's my grey, and I have earned it!!! ~ SA ~
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2006
Time must take its toll. But it is not the lines that should waoory you. Are you having regular check-ups? Tha's what matters. Victor
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on November 5, 2006
I class each one as a laughter line and place a memory upon it...though the mirror may change our reflection from time to time, pick a good memory from the past and stay as young as those good ones make you feel. Lovely soulful work that I enjoyed very much. Panda :)
told through tiny little lines and a map of the past…
Such thoughtful wisdom and subtle observation here. A gracious and profound write that etches peace and security into the personhood and a sense of well-being into the soul. Lines to treasure in all respects! TY K xx
The true story of Cheryl Pierson Cuccio who made headlines in 1986 and her husband Rob Cuccio. Cheryl was abused sexually and physically and Rob died for 43 minutes on Cheryl's 43rd birthday.
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xo Taylor
Love,
CJ
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Even exquisite leather isn't really gorgeous, until lines begin to grace its surface either...He seasons us, and carves out our character through trials and tribulations. But He also endows us with those laugh lines and twinkling eyes!
This is an exquisite offering, Joyce, really gorgeous.
Love&Hugs, Rhonda
~Butch
Love Tinka
A philosophers thoughts...Sound as a pound write..
Bless you,
Joselyn
Louisa
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
P.S. I have grey hair growing out just above my right forehead, and some of my friends perceived it as I have put highlights on my hair on that spot. Heeeheeee! I always have to explain to them it's my grey, and I have earned it!!! ~ SA ~
Such thoughtful wisdom and subtle observation here. A gracious and profound write that etches peace and security into the personhood and a sense of well-being into the soul. Lines to treasure in all respects! TY K xx