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Persistent Noise
It continued for forty days
the drip, drip, drip,
ping, ping, ping,
tap, tap, tap
until I stopped hearing it.
Fading into the distant roar
of a thousand hands clapping, encouraging creative minds to
delve deeper, pursue with a vengeance that which needed to be drawn out.
As a bucket lowered into a well
disappearing down until the only sound left
was the creak of the crank.
Splashing at the bottom
drifting upward
higher and higher, louder and louder until the drip, drip, drip was
drunk, drunk, drunk.
Soothing parched throats
cold fluid
energy harnessed and recycled
ebbing, flowing, contained, excreted.
Sustaining life
pouring down onto the earth
returning again into the air
in an endless cycle
multiplying the percentages
exponentially
until the element defines us.
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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. 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 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 2016 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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