Does foggy make your feet hurt
Do our minds walk in sync
In some backcountry
At the pool of belief and blink
working so hard to see our reflections,
blinded by yesterday’s bad habit
and tomorrow’s bills.
Unable to retain our own youth or truth.
We reel in a mound of rat feces and a longing for things.
Floundering in the past, for one last grasp of reality.
Before the pill takes effect.
The foot wins because beauty
must defer to age.
And denial reigns
I must be mistaken
You don’t leap
I didn’t catch
Was too busy
I reread your implicit
Let’s not revisit this again.
So, the twilight continues.
And I’ve grown lower
Slower to the call.
C. S. DeDona 7-19-22
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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