I Could DIE
and no one would notice,
too much bitter cold, congestion, too much white noise.
Including you
another brute
filled with care.
The seasons pass.
I season. Nicely
contained by your hollow thirst, a water jasmine appears,
to fill your infinite need, for now.
Till the luster fades,
and her sanguine support, curls, falls away.
And another season passes
as the cold hard lines, are drawn, again.
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Cornelia DeDona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters Member-At-Large of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii for thirty-six years. She makes her home in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online and 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 October 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women’s Vinnie Ream contest was awarded the 3rd place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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