Can rip you to the core
Make you soar through the back door
Explore Bangor from the floor
Bring you more noir, or a war you swore
you’ll deplore.
You’d score points with the Biltmore
crowd with a poem in your pocket.
They’d fall for
A white-glove
a shove from above
Another encore of love
To save us all from falling into the abyss
I’m sure we wouldn’t miss
The kiss between Elizabeth and Robert Browning
or the dip of his quill when he wrote
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”
Or as she swooned with bliss
From her bed to her soft core, wanting more.
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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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