Still Hands (Cento)
I let it burn, rooted as it is. Now
nothing else keeps my eyes
in the cloud – get close to a star,
and there you are, in the sun.
What about all the little stones,
sitting alone in the moonlight?
Silence complicates despair.
I have believed so long in the magic
of names and poems,
and I know that you would take
the still hands to dryness and
loose rocks, where the light
re-immerses itself. It’s not the story
I want. We cannot live on that.
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Credits:
Sharon Wevill, Julia de Burgos, Francis Ponge, Mary Oliver,
Alberto de Lacerda, Robert Hass, HD, Jacques Dupin, Francesca Abbate, George Oppen.
“Still Hands” appeared in Issue Four of Long Exposure, in October 2016, and prior to that, on this blog in July 2015.
O at the Edges 
I thought I recognized those little stones 🙂
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They get around, don’t they?
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“Silence complicates despair.” What a line!
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I believe that’s Alberto de Lacerda’s line. A “wow” line if ever there was!
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Terrific!
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Thank you, Kathy!
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Oddly relaxing. 🙂
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Thanks, Sudhanshu. My poetry has been praised for its soporific effect. 😵
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The fidgety world could use this.
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🙂
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Awesome!
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Thank you.
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This one sent me into a calm trance. 🌟 beautiful.
By the way can you send me your email again please 🙂 I am getting over being sick and now able to reach out
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Thank you! It is robertokaji at yahoo dot com.
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Finally sent ya an email 🙂 check your spam of course my email is anikaleero @ gmail dot com
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Got it!
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