Words on Walls
Stir
Tell
Cut
HEAL
Weigh
heavy
in my bones.
Little rascals
dripping snot
and skinned knees
cheer the sniggering fool
that slobbers on the corner
that dares to love
to put it all out there
for them
to poke
and prod.
So stupid is she
no rank
to comfort
to honor
or send power
to those words.
Blue fears
snake
lonely
across black tar
then go and squat
in the corner.
Words on Walls
cast shadows
watch
as the seconds
pass
words on walls
long
to go back home.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American​ Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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