Collage to Accompany "Bones" Poem

Both photos are from Focus magazine, names of photographers lost - I couldn't find an intact back issue & the names weren't available on-line, either. Just please note I did NOT take these photos - embellishment, painting, stamping alone are my contributions, along with the poem.


Age sings the music of bones,
pared down, finally, from
the flesh of
so many unanswered questions,
uncertainty & hesitation,
self-consciousness,
inexperience, & fear,

to a skeleton of
honed realities framing
simply-shaped dreams,
fewer, more fine & focused,
knit together by
purpose,
risks-taken,
self-awareness &
hard-won answers.

Bones rattle a more pure song --
fewer chords, perhaps,
but a stronger melody,
& at last in the
brave key of
me.

L. Antonia Brown
08/26/07
8:45 a.m.