History of Bone

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Spirit Space

As a student of sculpture I did study the anatomy and was always amazed by it.

I looked into the morning mirror yesterday.

As is my usual perspective and way, I passed beyond the judgement of wrinkles.

Now that I am wiser.

And for many seconds I stared again into the eyes of my continuing wonder; looking slightly above then below, I considered the sockets holding them in their orbit, that oval frame of living structure.

So much older.

Still resilent and containing the source of my vision, I stared again at what is hidden. Lost in that uncertain space I sought and wanted from a time when I was much younger.

As I sit in my bed of now, I gaze upon my left hand, the symmetry always there as a comforting friend, the harmonious perportions slightly adjusted, different from years ago.

Aged hands belong.

After so many seemless days of aches and artistic consideration, there are times that can bring a slight smile in whatever situation. One that comes with life and its changing mystery, as I manage to imagine what is underneath the amazing architecture of it all.

I thought then, and I still think, that such an intricate and involving notion of morter and brick, seemed to stick in those very seconds of pondering thought. 

I reflect.

My brief yet timeless memory of insight still comes, and when it does, I'm usually alone,

It's then that I rediscover the history of bone.


Submitted: June 12, 2020

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tom mcmullen

A good contemplative piece LE, it's better to make old bone than no bones at all!

Sun, June 14th, 2020 8:43am


Agree tom...thanks for your comment.

Wed, June 17th, 2020 1:41pm

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