And the waves come.
The wave comes.
The wave pulls up its skirt
Puckers its lips
Drawing them in
Leveling their dare
Insatiable.
And the waves come.
The wave comes.
The wave smacks black hearts
Panting for a gentler tap
Cracks and splits crass
Pressing out the lifeblood,
Until harbors scream.
And the waves come.
The wave comes.
The wave roars,
Yanks their mettle
Winking at the blue moon
And tallies their cheek
On dreadful shores.
Cornelia DeDona 12/7/25
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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 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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natural phenomena are a wonderful, yet terrifying muse.
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Yes, nature can be terrifying. Thank you for commenting.
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Nicely written, Cornelia. Loved reading it!
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Thank you.
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