Most of the people I meet at readings and on forums
must have known Jesus,
carried his cross
up to Golgotha.
Perhaps one of the apostles
Luke or John
recruited them as scribes for Paul’s book of Acts.
I pause to reflect on the mastery of syntax
quiet juxtaposition
also, the implicit comparison
as they deign to glance in my direction
ethereal in their gray
horn-rimmed spectacles
so hardcore and so zealously real.
Cornelia DeDona 1-2-19
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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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