My life?
I can't make a quick review.
It takes a lot of time to remember all
the big and little pieces.
My body, a memoir, written in unreadable wrinkles
tells the story of my specific joys, and all
I've lost. But if I wrote a poem, it would be too long.
Instead, see me as a mandala designed in time,
like you
like you
beautiful, unique, colorful art project,
in process of completion, then decomposition,
fragments dispersed
fragments dispersed
our NOWs gone forever.
(A sand mandala is ritualistically destroyed once it has been completed ... to symbolize the Buddhist doctrinal belief in the transitory nature of material life. (Wikipedia)
My body, a memoir, written in unreadable wrinkles
ReplyDeletetells the story of my specific joys, and all
This is such a beautiful reference to time... our face perhaps tells signs of joy and sorrow..reflecting memoirs of years past.. and those which are yet to come :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
a mandala designed in time...i like that image myrna... and i think wrinkles are something amazingly beautiful as they tell so many stories...
ReplyDeleteOH! MY! GOODNESS! How I love "my body, a memoir, written in unreadable wrinkles"! How I would have loved to write that line. And then you move into the cosmic view, we as mandalas (fantastic and original), that are intricately woven, and then dispersed........this is a really stellar poem, my friend. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteVery thought provoking and quite reflective if a little sad.
ReplyDeleteour life is truly a mandala design meant for a while only...still it is a "beautiful, unique, colorful art project," and we thank God for that..a beautiful Time poem Myrna...
ReplyDeleteJust as all the beautiful things come to an end so does life ,but sometimes it can be bitter to someone ad its end means peace.
ReplyDeleteSo beautiful dear Myrna, I look at the wrinkles in my hands and see a map of my life… a similar idea. I'm so grateful that one of the lines leads to you.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had written this poem! A lifelong poem, one that reads life as thoroughly as a body records it, can not be written, I would think. And inviting someone to read as if a mandala can be as much or as little sensual as we wish! Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful metaphor! Works perfectly :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful piece! The 'nows' do pass quickly...I feel I have been several lifetimes of 'me.'
ReplyDeleteBeautiful recognition that we are ALL a work in progress... An impermanent work in progress.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, the wrinkles tell the story. We don't especially like them, but they explain much of who we are today! We are each indeed an art project - first being completed, then decomposed....little by little by little. I really enjoyed the way you worked this poem, Myrna! It is very 'timely.'
ReplyDeleteMyrna,
ReplyDeleteYou rightly point out that we are indeed, all works in progress..Evolving still, even when life has almost expired, time-wise...Sadly, those NOWS, all pass too quickly..
Eileen
What a lovely way of looking at it! I also like the concept of body as memoir.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines in this poem: My body, a memoir, written in unreadable wrinkles... and see me as a mandala... wow!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines in this poem: My body, a memoir, written in unreadable wrinkles and See me as a mandala... wish I could dream up such lovely lines.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines in this poem: My body, a memoir, written in unreadable wrinkles and See me as a mandala... wish I could dream up such lovely lines.
ReplyDeleteits all an art project,
ReplyDeletewrinkled lines and all.
Ha. I like that.
Ah yes luv the intrigue , of time , life lived, and life presented
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
Time will tell what one has gone through. There'll be both good and bad memories! Truly said Myrna!
ReplyDeleteHank
Unreadable wrinkles....don't believe a word of it....not with the Mediterranean diet and loads of olive oil LOL
ReplyDeleteYes now is neither permanent or constant..it moves like a mandala..such beautiful imagery and I agree that our bodies tell many a story - thank you also for your wonderful comment
ReplyDeleteso true a poem would be epic - but the mandala can represent all that cant be said
ReplyDeleteMy body, a memoir, written in unreadable wrinkles~ How beautiful is this! Lovely poem, Myrna :)
ReplyDeleteA mandala designed in time..oh! loved this interpretation... :-)
ReplyDeleteA lovely piece, Myrna. I like the image of a mandala as a metaphor of our life and I like the way this reference includes both the creation of beauty and its destruction. Life, time and death! Wonderful...
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