Saturday, April 12, 2014

The End As We Know It



Hark, for the end times are upon us
most will sleep through it
right up to the part where we can no longer
fill up the tank and drive to WalMart, or anywhere.
The 30% off coupon at Kohl’s
will expire right along with
our lifestyle
causing our evil twins to rise
like the Zombies that they are
instinctual, without a conscience, profanely
walking the earth
unable to find simple antibiotics or aspirin
back to fire without matches
Cigarettes, obesity and GMO’s won’t kill us
but the seniors living in tunnels and caves after electricity, searching for a triple A battery, might.

And if any survive
within three generations
they may revert back to
wearing animal skins
and wielding stone knives
their incisors will lengthen
and their focus will be singular;
their new communal directive will be to

track down the Mormon pantry and something called a can opener.

Inspired by James Howard Kunstler at the 2014 Woodstock Writer's Festival

Friday, April 11, 2014

Simple Math



For a few minutes
I feel gifted
until my inner fanatic
delivers another sucker punch
rendering the equation useless.
And as the blood drains
I sense a spangled lone star tick
has cracked my code, again.




Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Tiki Cartouche

Tiki Cartouche

a distant cousin, way far removed of Katya’s,
had friends
important gods from the realm of tikidom.
He was not someone to mess with
Tiki Cartouche was a fishing GOD!
Suzy Pacu from South America knew
even the Japanese koi twins, Hiroshi and Sachi
banked left
when they saw his face
above the water peering down at them
pondering today’s method for their demise.
They shit little fish pellets
when they escaped
bubbling over a Guinness
with friends on Fishbrook
and when Sachi
Fishtagrammed a pic of that massively ugly face
peering down into their living room
it horrified them even more.
Astounding what with progress and all
they were still being terrorized
by that wooden man wearing shell earrings, with shells for eyes.
Lucy the catfish had looked once, had reported of
the hulking shadow, had heard the loud drone beyond and
sitting atop his shoulders numerous white angelic creatures with wings
Lucy was smart; she had called them cattle egrets, which had mystified them all, they were certainly outnumbered. it was bad enough they had to watch for Sadie the
fish hawk, who oft times dropped her prey onto the muddy banks. Sadie had cannibalized poor Archie in front of all of them. Archie had been in denial about his weight problem.
Better to be safe Lucy had said
and whatever you do
don’t stare into Tiki’s eyes or he will pluck them out and shell you.
OMG, what is shell! they gasped among themselves, for no-one wanted to admit they didn't know,
as they swished about the pond panic stricken, burying themselves inches below the mud.






Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Chronic Discontent



I spot it by the mailbox
wearing a gray terrycloth robe and a pair of black Isotoner leopard slippers
entertaining the messy neighbor
with predictions of bear sightings and blood engorged ticks
brought on by a mutual repulsion for yard work.
Later it disguises itself
as a local journalist
gasping about disharmony
throughout the Mid-Hudson valley
allergic to crowds and absent at the town street festival
it prefers to drive home alone
belittle the spouse
complain of indigestion
and then eat
a hunk of Swiss cheese
and leftover asparagus

that the army ants have snubbed.




Sunday, April 6, 2014

Trafficking

Inspired by  Jennifer Clement author of, Prayers for the Stolen

Trafficking
in human cargo;
Girls, mostly.
Shuffling them
like a deck of cards
beauty queens
traded to the highest bidder
and then traded again.
Pirated cargo
sold, reshuffled
cut and re-cut
until cynical
and finally sent to jail
to be reformed.
All to keep
the monsters fed
voracious gluttons
who would eat their own mothers
for a filling of gold.

Where is Noah?

Beauty is lost
behind black and blue.
It forgets the green field
the smell of fresh dahlias
the taste of pomegranates
it decays when
sliced up and passed among those
whose foul hearts reek.

Where is Noah?
And how long
before the rains come

again?

Sunday, March 23, 2014

A Fresh Impression



Maybe I should pull it
out of my ass;
the unwritten memoir
the poems
the pain
the not soon-to-be forgotten winter that refuses to end.

My friend  said she would shoot herself in the face
except for the dog
her personal savior
who lost weight this winter
loves to dance in the snow
the white powder
glistening on its wet nose, shepherd’s rescued tail, shiny fur
swaying
me to strip
off my inner gloom
and take that first nose-dive  into the past.

Into the still stark white
as I strain
squeezing out excrement, snot and saliva
as black letters bleed-out across the page
combing through the drift
shaking off the bad   
compressing it all into a snow angel
its fragile wings
broadcasting a somber  joy
emerging playful 
and puckish
plummeting    headlong     into the mound.

  

Friday, March 14, 2014

A Weedy Return

Lodged between
a healthy seedling
and a slowly decaying sharp bromeliad
lay a tangled
web of Impatiens.
Take heart,
one twitches
when steady is required
a further adjustment
there, no THERE.
Their shaken world
will either align
or give up the ghost.



Sunday, March 2, 2014

Sweet Persephone


Like Persephone   I wait
for Spring,     to burst
can one exchange,   one’s cloth,
clay heart
Rewind to,      once was
get a do over
flower,
or

stop falling.

Cornelia DeDona3-2-14


Inspired by Start by Jean Gallagher: Persephone(2)


Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy Valentine’s Day!








Happy Valentine’s Day!


Long suffering
Oracle your circle cages the
Vixen in me
Encompassing past truth; consuming reality.
……
I loved you so completely
I just couldn’t live with you
No one could.

Sorry, I don’t remember last Valentine’s Day
Hopelessly addicted
to the roller coaster;
you awakened something in me

 I could not control
despite your insistence
I fought long and hard to penetrate the frost
and now your love
 pales
in the snow drift
I shovel through
carving new pleasure and pain

ski fresh powder

flawless and persuasive. 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Mind Games

Do you think you are a good person,
you demand of
the liberated me
your scream
howling
between the porous legs of present and past
 as you carp about terror, truth and stunted lives

as you try to saw through my last nerve

as skinny, slant eyed
whiskey whores
parade through purple haze
gorge on your coffers
tramp through your lies
nightmare channel
briefly appeasing you
with their sweet meats
and clotted cream

as the clock strikes past twelve
as you curse in bold print
dripping swear
that you
are a good person.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Meadow Pause Revisited Book Giveaway

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Saturday, December 14, 2013

Connie D at Mohonk Mountain House 2013



Awesome place, we had fun! Shopped at three shops and had complimentary Tea and cookies, yummy!

Friday, December 13, 2013

Embracing My Winter: inspired by, Winter Practice by Jean Gallagher from her book, START

Embracing the Dark
I extend my arms from horizontal
embrace the dark spaces
trace its kiss
It stretches me
pulls me deeper
into its hollow
beyond the now
beyond this solitude.

The Quest
I ask
You answer
The mysteries hover
We slip in and out
of the dark.
Fact checking
googling, getting scroogled
remembering
forgetting
posing as scientists
mining beliefs
digging up dead cultures
amidst the ruins
amidst our ruining temples
playing our parts
playing
with the gods.

© Cornelia DeDona 12-13-13

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

December Muse

It is December
And the days flicker by
in reel time
As the pencil thin
browns
weathered grays
traced in white
maternal pause
shielding the palette of young
green, purple, red, orange, and yellow,  
snuggled under leafy blankets
dreaming of Hawaii
and a resurgence
beyond the icy blast.


©12-4-13 Cornelia DeDona

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