Let us run naked in the tall grass
Let us frolic as children
our nimble limbs dancing
atop young dandelion heads
diffusing the air with wild calm.
Let us exhale red-lipped verse
as if the blackness of the universe
were but a comma in our sentence.
Let us sing in the meadow like the plovers,
home at last. Let us warm ourselves
in the commitment of the Sun.
share our wonder
with the monarch,
our two backs lying flat
chewing on metaphors
as the cool green grass pokes our necks
and persistent flies tickle our form.
Let us muse over the matchlessness,
Of this finite exotic jungle. And let us plant a tree,
not just any tree, but an endangered Palm.
One lonely orphan left in the wild
needing a home, a small piece of
the earth to hold fast to.
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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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