Wrinkles Poem by Mary Havran
Wrinkles
Wrinkles in time
trite phrase yet true
where life creates chaos
it leaves wrinkles in you
Furrows in fields
we pass along the way
while navigating roads
we must travel each day
All leave their mark
both inside and out
as we strive to comprehend
what life really is about
Holes in the fabric of time and space
equate to the wearing that in living takes place
With fabric and lives the choices seem the same
We can deal with challenges or merely place the blame
So whether wrinkles we bear
Or holes we must mend
We have tools at hand
It’s our choice in the end
As one who has pleanty of wrinkles, I think this is lovely.
very true... where life creates chaos..it leaves wrinkles in you... some wrinkles can be clearly seen.. but there are also those that are unseen... Very well written!
Your poem has put a new wrinkle in the definition of wrinkle....'all leave their mark/both inside and out...' You have taken a trite phrase and given it new life and meaning. Tom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is one of my favorite styles in poetry and you have written with much wisdom.