Poems of The Super Moon

My poem,"Super Moon" has been accepted for inclusion in the Pen Women Press anthology, Poems of the Super Moon.

To purchase an advance copy: click on the this link: http://www.nlapw.org/bookstore/ and scroll down to Poems of The Super Moon. Thank-you for supporting the National League of American Pen Women.

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.

Undercliff/Overcliff Carriage Roads Loop

This loop hike, suitable for snowshoeing or cross-country skiing when the ground is covered with snow, passes spectacular cliffs of Shawangunk Conglomerate and offers expansive views of the surrounding countryside.

Wallkill Valley Rail Trail Cave

Super Moon

My fur also rises

I shiver under her power

and shake resolute.

Resolute and insatiable.

As shifting tides,

yield to a Super Moon

bathing unabashed

in a hammerhead bay in the Pacific.

Sister Moon placid,

as she slices through blackout curtains.

Until I witness her spirit here in the Northeast.

I am a wild thing
and she is a flirt.

As she straddles

cool peaks and crags

and I find myself drawn

to her again.

As I howl at her blood-red form

gulp down the afterglow above.

Wonderland- A Look Back

Alice remembered

when reason 

wouldn’t stop her

from escaping

into the cold black night.

Far from

should have

and know better

because those pricks

still loved to spoil her fun.

They often trailed behind 

hissing

there would be hell to pay

for this, that and the other.

Prompting her to

run even farther

and resolve

that this time

she’d make it

to someplace better.

© Connie DeDona 11-7-14

Gertrude's Nose, Lake Minnewaska, New York

Sweet Deal

Bread and butter jam

honey into buzzing guest

sweetening the pot.

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.

Rosendale Street Festival 2014

Another Way Out

There is a way out

But you are not even looking

And even he despises you for it

Can’t believe you are that stupid

or that lazy.

Woman, get out of your own way

the door is unlocked.

Prove them wrong

Prove to yourself

that you are not that lazy, beaten

or that occupied.

The fields are green

ripe with golden fruit

Clean your eyeglasses

and look

Remember the full moon.

Prepare for winter’s fall,

But do go.

AND find your passion

Breathe the salt air, taste orange glee

Pick the pink wild flowers

Place them

gently in your hair

and sway to the rhythm

of your purple heart.

Put down the crying towel

it is meant for another

It is meant to be a temporary solace

a place to reflect

pool your options

dream and

finally, to turn away from.

Open the door

child

and find

another room to dress

to plant those flowers

bring your good cheer.

The other BIG GUY upstairs

expects so much more

from you.

Do leave lollygag hill

and find your true self.

She waits

by the old cistern

filled with muddy water.

She knows your smell

and she still waits

and marvels at the time.

Sweaty Rocks

Conglomerate rocks

glisten in the noon day sun

tripping up hikers

lacking traction, challenging

tree roots; slimy curb appeal.