He walks alone in silence as the ghost in his mind wants to come alive
Trees and wildflowers at his side,
paralleling nature’s balance
and symmetrical harmony,
as the yellow faces and hollow bodies beam
In his wake,
he sees a picture painting,
caressing his every step along the way
Seas of yellow in his harbor
peaking through
Where docks of trees, like boats,
line his thoughts,
while the yellow faces of the sun excite
He continues on this path
With an eerie voice pointing toward the light,
look not at a horizon but out past the trees
where a silhouette spans in the forest mist,
trees and wildflowers yearning for a home
connie pachecho
2/15/25
Categories:
paralleling, art, beauty,
Form: Free verse
Perpendicular!
another year in his grace
paralleling love
in all his seasons
engaged in labors of love
the teacher's teacher:
hey! just look at me!
flowering at 83
blooming in glory!
Categories:
paralleling, allegory, birthday, celebration, destiny,
Form: Free verse
PERPENDICULAR AND PARALLEL
(Apropos Of We Got This)
Another sunrise,
We are perpendicular;
Paralleling life:-
Upright together,
We are parallel in thoughts;
Victory is ours:-
Onward let us go;
Perpendicular in hope,
Paralleling faith:-
Categories:
paralleling, allegory, encouraging, extended metaphor,
Form: Senryu
Lunar Revelation
Like the moon
seeking fulfillment,
my thoughts hung dangling
in cosmic crescent and yin-yang
spaces of contemplation
until tell-tale gibbous moments
of awareness prefaced
the paralleling of the full moon
reality and life’s waxing and waning;
it’s crucifixion and resurrection;
and the revealed emptiness
of its cross reflecting the fulfillment
of its quest.
In the moon-glow
of the cool stilled night,
spiritual meditation whispered
the mission purpose of inking a
cross of words of truth, praying
they would empty themselves
therefrom and be entombed
and resurrected in yours and
the children’s minds; anointing all
with the wisdom and guidance
of quested liberation.
Thus, may these anointing words be
as precious to all as was that of the oil
of Aaron, the dew of Hermon, and the dew
which descended upon the mountain of Zion.
Categories:
paralleling, allegory, analogy, imagery, metaphor,
Form: Prose
It is something
I've never feared,
I was born to fly.
Born to see cloud shadows
on the ground and the sugar sprinkles
of snow along a ridge,
leading to
the frosting clad Shasta.
Born to see the meandering
snow melt rivers descending
into checkerboard farm lands,
and the straight course
of the plane's shadow
paralleling tiny highways
towards home.
Born to do this forever,
if I could,
in and out of cotton clouds,
towards the tops
of distant thunderheads
along the Sierras,
plunging down
to sudden showers on
small town's streets.
Like my Greek ancestor I would fly
high enough to bronze my skin
and dive,
into Pacific waters with
a blacksmith's sizzle!
I was born to fly,
and if I could,
I would hijack this plane
with all of it's cringing travelers.
I would take them on such a ride,
that they could never go back
to a normal life again.
We would have arguments over
whose turn it was to fly the plane,
this time,
and resolve them with endless games
paper, stone and scissors.
Categories:
paralleling, allegory,
Form: Free verse
Haven where solicitous parents hover
over sick little ones and dispense advice to
mature ones; an emotional stronghold, not merely an
edifice one enters for physical shelter.
Sanctuary whose personality changes
with time, paralleling inhabitants' metamorphoses,
embellished with evidences of the pride and sentimentality
each possesses, those preferences each
thrives on as part and parcel of existence.
Houses become homes when those within love them and
one another--nurturing, respecting, mending,
maintaining that rapport and awareness
essential in relationships within and beyond walls.
July 5, 2017, entered in Brian Strand's Early July Premiere Contest
Categories:
paralleling, appreciation, home,
Form: Acrostic
A shot of tequila..
Stare in my eyes.
Sparkling stars
up in the skies.
Paralleling motives.
Hands upon hip.
Cacoethes whirling.
Undeniable grip.
Passionate sounds.
Decant from my soul.
Sweat dripping down.
Love in control.
Messages sent with a push..
and a pull.
Satisfaction released..
Passions will rule.
Categories:
paralleling, love, lust, passion,
Form: Free verse
Time is going by
Hell is breaking loose
Everybody is running, running, jumping, paralleling by
Bright eyes surround you, they have never, always, sometimes, been waiting
If the stars blink out, the sun burns out, the moon falls down
Great savta's all around, will have never been creating
Bright, bright, bright, living it up
All the blessings and curses of the universes
Dished out in one golden cup
Wish, wish, faith, hope, pray upon a star
Often someone will hear
Like an Angel, They always know where you are
Fall away, and pray that you can hold all you hold dear
Categories:
paralleling, philosophy, universe,
Form: Acrostic
Cotton Commercials
always reminded me of
my grandmother's house
irony cotton paralleling
Ridgfield Park, New Jersey bitterness.
Boiling in decrepit neighborhoods,
once swarming with Irish and Italian Catholics.
Now a haven of cracked sidewalks
ten miles outside of Manhattan.
Maybe it was the song that did it?
Reminiscent of that old wood grained plastic box radio
in the kitchen playing fifties music.
The vibrations resonated under the
flourescent lighting, and
bounced off her split level metal
coffee pot, percolator on the stove.
It wasn't the softness that reminded me.
The only softness in her home
was the pea green shag carpet in the living room
that she refused to replace or remove.
Removing it would expose the beauty, and
deep hardwood floors don't absorb
drinking, destruction and despair,
but would send secrets bouncing
off stained glass that she can't
step and press into the heavy shag.
She sits alone watching soaps
in dim dusty lighting
drapes drawn tight.
Categories:
paralleling, childhood, places, sad,
Form: Free verse