Hail
My hands know the sadness of rock,
of unfinished lines and rough
sides tapering to sharpness.
The shape of solitude, turning.
Now the stones fall as water,
a woman lets down her hair
and laughter chokes through silence.
Into this dream I ascend.
“Hail” first appeared here in September 2016, and is included in Indra’s Net: An International Anthology of Poetry in Aid of The Book Bus.
All profits from this anthology published by Bennison Books will go to The Book Bus, a charity which aims to improve child literacy rates in Africa, Asia and South America by providing children with books and the inspiration to read them.
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O at the Edges 
wow :O
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Thank you!
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Ascending into hail would surely beat descending into hell … ???
This one is a serious puzzle, but I’m left smiling. Thanks!
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No argument here!
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Another poem of yours that I love. Also, thanks for mentioning the book. I went and checked out the sample on Amazon and decided to buy it. You know how I love to discover poets.
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Thank you, Sherron. You might also enjoy IDES: A Collection of Poetry Chapbooks, which contains 15 “chapbook” collections in one volume, including my “The Circumference of Other.” Quite the bargain at $10.99: https://www.amazon.com/Ides-Collection-Poetry-Chapbooks-Anthologies/dp/0692546464/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1450119686&sr=8-1&keywords=ides+a+collection+of+poetry
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“My hands know the sadness of rock,”
the tone slips over the reader
I find myself owned by this poem
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Thank you. High praise!
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Great poem!
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Thank you!
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