It was more than heat.
It was like being trapped in a pinball machine.
Metal balls
Zigzag
Crash, cOlLiDe off the edge and disappear.
I am not a pinball wizard, but I must transcend this game.
I look in the mirror.
I don’t recognize
the wilting Rose from Rosendale that stares back.
My spouse has the empathy of a corpse flower.
A shot of reassurance would preserve my grit.
A smile
a hug, but
I am alone in this. As I keep
tumbling
d
o
w
n
to hammer haPHazarDLY, rebound against the flippers in this Plutonian trek beyond youth, beauty, and suppleness.
A vain attempt to remain cool
beyond umpteen white hairs, brain fog, and strained relations.
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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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