My brain is wrinkled
From much mis-remembering
Things once so well-known
Shadowy landscapes
Appear in uncertainty
When facts fade away
Imagination
Rich new tales recreating
Child-like comes to play
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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I like this a lot. I once used to know how to write Haiku..not anymore. I want to pick it back up.
Thanks for your comment. I discovered haiku a couple of years ago. I think it’s fun. 🙂
Ah, the imagination is not bound by age 🙂 Well written!
Thanks, Christy. Yes, I think imagination is ageless.
I like this a lot, as I suffer from “wrinkled brain syndrome” myself–and have discovered much creativity and childlike joy “filling in the lines” better than expensive cosmetics 🙂
Wonderful comment! Love what you do with lines.
🙂 🙂
Thanks.
Delightful and so true.
Thanks, Eileen.
you’ve just proved that creativity is using what you possess even if it’s just mis-rememberings… love it
Thanks. Creativity makes for laughter, too. And wonder when looking at old photos and calendars that tell you what was “really” going on way back when. And some sadness.
It’s great that we have imagination to fill in those gaps of memory and create something new 🙂
🙂 ❤
Great first line!!!! I love it. “My brain is wrinkled.” Fantastic!
Glad you like it. It’s good to hear from you. ❤