All the old knives
Bicker in the drawer
Confined within their reason. Candid shots
Define the moments
Elevating the tension
Fusing the air with
Gossip and snickering about
How to recover unscathed
Indeed why not
Justify the need for a juicy slice of gall
Kowtowing to this strange steed.
Little do they know the
Mind or the mendacity of the
Nag or of her species
Observing them; or of their
Plague amid the plethora of
Questions, the utensils
Recumbent still
Sharp though dull on
Table manners
Understandably
Vexing to the horse who
Whinnies that her frame as well as her closet contains two X- chromosomes. The blades, clueless about the ABCs of
X
Y
Z.
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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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