Connie Pachecho Poet Free verse

Squirrel and Her Hot Air

Squirrel And Her Hot Air 


To your retinue of squirrels
Hidden in your mind
Hidden behind masks
Jumping from branches of doom
Onto pages of your poems
So shaded your skies
And eyes
And now your voice
Turning ever so quickly
Into ancient whispers
You climb the tree of life
Spitting at the leaves
Breaking the branches
Of olives
Breaking the bridges
Of wasted time, me
To you
A merry monarch
Singing gracefully
Sitting in my mind
Not your hot air
Blowing into my sails

connie pachecho

5/10/17

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Carole Duet June 10, 2017 at 5:37 PM Very interesting poem, Connie...very symbolic I think. Who's the dirty rat who played with all those "squirrels" and so full of "hot air"?? lol Connie Pachecho June 10, 2017 at 7:04 PM Thank you for visiting, reading, commenting. There's so much backstory to whats going on that all I can say is that we both share stubbornness although hers is worse than mine. Did I have to slide that in? Yeah. To answer your question honestly-me, but she precipitated everything. Again did I have to slide that in? Yeah. Me and her, I can say we're so funny.

Doug Vinson May 12, 2017 at 6:44 PM Not sure of it all, Connie, but we must choose our own way. : )