Faded memory
Soft like my old flannel shirt
Comfortable, well-worn
Wrinkled like my face
Old stories adopt new lines
Twice as much to tell
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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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Very visual and imaginative. Probably one of my fav. There’s a depth only to be found in honest perception and reflection.
Thanks, Heath. I’ve not been writing lately and decided to check the day’s prompt. “Faded” just spoke to me.
Lots to think about in this one and I love the imagery!
Thank you, Luanne. 🙂
So beautifull a lovely feeling
Thank you, Lynn. ❤
🙂
Oh I love the way you describe an old memory, with its comfort but the potential of new ways of telling.
Thanks.
A different, unique and personal point of view, developed over and after time. That, to me, is another benefit of aging.
Yes it is. And also not being timid to express it!
Aging and comfort are two themes I see vividly in your lines here! 🙂
Thanks, Christy. I’m happy you connect with my feelings. ❤
As I write this while wearing my old flannel shirt, I can relate to the wrinkles and the stories behind them. 🙂
🙂 Comfort zone clothes.