Cordelia Camilia

© Yvonne Mokihana Calizar, 2019

Cordelia Camilia
Was partial to purple,
Dead set against cold.

Her taste for dark
Chocolate-dipped coconut
So widely well-known.

Her best pals were
Bunnies, in particular,
Sheila and Peter Carpone.

The world as she knew it
Was sweet on most days
But crazy lopsided on others.

To better consider the problem
Cordelia Camilia sent word
To her friends.

After hot tea with honey,
And Half-dipped chocolate 'roons
The three ran in circles, turned cartwheels, scored 'Goal.'

The solution you see was, "Push Play!"


Liner Notes: Between the time of dreaming and awakening schemes, this name kept calling me: "Cordelia, Camilia. Cordelina, Camilia." I've come to recognize that particular kind of call as 'calling' for a story. Where or why matter less if I don't over think; the story or poem (long or short) will pull itself into being.

Cordelia, Camilia came smoothly and quickly to the page (long-hand) on the back-side of my Solar Return Chart for my birthday coming up. The final two lines though were added after Pete and I sat in the best seats in town (inside the Golden Wagon/Vardo for Two) and watched the Seattle Sounders @ home winning big!

This poem is for the girl in me, so needing to know where the Play Button is, more often. And press it, express it!  

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