The photo depicts
A time when words flowed
Like a river into endless streams
Across great chasms
Relentlessly pushing boundaries
Exploding into infinity.
Kind of like ejaculation.
Only the waterfall
Ran dry for a time
And the people had to
Find another source
Were forced to improvise
What had already been provided
By our Maker.
And where is that Maker now?
Is he a devil hidden in detail?
Or a stern parent insisting we toe the line
Perhaps the Maker resides in each of us
Within our unique purpose
Maybe, we are the world.
But the world is dying.
In the Noir days, we had filters.
And one critical lesson at a time.
Cornelia DeDona 3-24-2020
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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