Showing posts with label #Connie D.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #Connie D.. Show all posts
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
Basic Maneuvers
Night falls.
The air is sticky
infused with white Gardenia, pungent Stephanotis.
A fountain sprays into a Koi pond, echoing across the valley.
In the distance houses hum, windows glow
as families settle into their nightly routine.
At the appointed hour
a poisonous toad Army advances
each to their predetermined post.
Thousands hop down roads, linger beneath street lamps
some are sacrificed
beneath a passing automobile tire.
Others silently lurk inside the hollow of a palm
hundreds more beneath the bug light by the well
their hungry eyes focused, tongues trigger ready.
Toad commanders direct their approval at the snap and the sizzle
of the Formosan termite swarm drawn to the light,
the Army peering skyward as roasted bodies free-fall, unfettered wings
drift aimlessly down around them.
The kamikaze swarm
continue to buzz the light in reckless abandon.
A few forestall their dinner dates
by crawling behind downspouts and into rocky crevices
while a scout is randomly brushed
by the feet of a foreign genus
rushing inside to escape the carnage,
the rank and lusty feeding
of the hoard.
The air is sticky
infused with white Gardenia, pungent Stephanotis.
A fountain sprays into a Koi pond, echoing across the valley.
In the distance houses hum, windows glow
as families settle into their nightly routine.
At the appointed hour
a poisonous toad Army advances
each to their predetermined post.
Thousands hop down roads, linger beneath street lamps
some are sacrificed
beneath a passing automobile tire.
Others silently lurk inside the hollow of a palm
hundreds more beneath the bug light by the well
their hungry eyes focused, tongues trigger ready.
Toad commanders direct their approval at the snap and the sizzle
of the Formosan termite swarm drawn to the light,
the Army peering skyward as roasted bodies free-fall, unfettered wings
drift aimlessly down around them.
The kamikaze swarm
continue to buzz the light in reckless abandon.
A few forestall their dinner dates
by crawling behind downspouts and into rocky crevices
while a scout is randomly brushed
by the feet of a foreign genus
rushing inside to escape the carnage,
the rank and lusty feeding
of the hoard.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Black Creek Preserve- A Scenic Hudson Park
Black Creek is a mixture of woods and wetlands conserved by Scenic Hudson and the John Burroughs Nature Sanctuary. It is a popular destination for bird watching, fishing and paddling.
The property lies within the Plutarch/Black Creek Wetlands Complex in Esopus, New York and is a prime area for breeding and migrating waterfowl. Safeguarded wetlands trap run-off and remove pollutants before they reach drinking-water supplies. They also mitigate ecological and property damage from sea-level rises and storm surges under predicted climate-change scenarios.
Black Creek is a part of Scenic Hudson's collaborative campaign to Save the Land That Matters Most, protecting 65,000 acres.
Friday, August 29, 2014
Thursday, July 24, 2014
Spent
The road
bulges gray, cynical and dusty.
Spent by sugary
cake eating denizens
spreading the good news.
By archaic beliefs
spinning
pious cloth.
(Remember to wash before wearing.)
By hell-fire fans
down at the local Dollar store
discounting
derelict pennies
who roar once more
over the obsolete
Five and Dime.
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
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