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Life IS history in the making. Every word we say, everything we do becomes history the moment it is said or done. Life void of memories leaves nothing but emptiness. For those who might consider history boring, think again: It is who we are, what we do and why we are here. We are certainly individuals in our thoughts and deeds but we all germinated from seeds planted long, long ago.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Torn with Time

“History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of man.”
                                                                    —Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
Now with fewer bits of information
ways of the world (torn with time)
With time comes progression, with progression comes change,
with change comes growth that often stills memories
as new ways of the world emerge.
billboards ravaged with time
maintain their outer shapes
lingering of secrets hidden
as paper peels and drapes
diminishing camouflaged enigmas
lay under cover out of view
concealing mysteries beneath their skins
’til forgotten layers push through
rugged frames, solid foundations
endure the eroding sands of time
weathering the change in seasons
as the layers gradually unwind
billboards generating smiles of life
reveal captivating thought
pressing designs into memory
as images remain taut
bleached paper and spotted ink
subtly reflect on times past
fading into the distance
as lone ghosts of meaning last
onionskins exposed to the world
tear freely from the scorching surge
relinquishing sun-dried membranes
as tomorrow’s new skins emerge

As you travel along life's highway, notice the decaying billboards, those peeling or splattered with paint. Consider them more than dying words blistering from scorching heat across disparate images. They are a part of history. . .what once attracted attention now reflect aging as life itself. 
Become aware of your life's billboards as images inch their way forward revealing memories of events or friendships long forgotten.
"Without skin, we would have no wrinkles; without wrinkles, we would have no past, present, or future. Within each new wrinkle resides a memory."
—Sharla Lee Shults (1946–Present)