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Elena Maria Parcon Poem
Quartered buttons and doldrums
fill in—if not
for the scorn of silence
her inmost being wrestles
for the nth time.
Why hearing all
this screech of dust
imbued in every corner?
The afternoon heat besets
her so much.
Moving away—she
knows is a cowardly stance.
She finds herself gambling
with Solitude. Laying
All her cards—the aces of
hearts and spades. The game
she knows—
isn't over yet…
but sensing the faint light
from afar, her lips
curve a smile. She
whispers, "I am
almost there."
She holds that promise
in her heart.
Copyright © Elena Maria Parcon | Year Posted 2023
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Elena Maria Parcon Poem
Will Silence
strum the wind
like that of guitar strings…
Wherefore art thy
melody?
Ah, perhaps in
tinges of
solitude and frail
wings that soar
the skies.
Will those book pages
flip into what is real…
facets of memoirs–
warm-filled,
unchased by moonbeams,
unrivalled by time.
The heart ascending the stairway
of the mind–too sublime
to behold
all or nothing.
Copyright © Elena Maria Parcon | Year Posted 2024
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Elena Maria Parcon Poem
The devilish—smiles
lurk among banquets and
hallways. Lights
too bright, duplicity
mingles with what is
real, wears masks no
longer, conspicuously in
the brim of chilled-glasses
toast to the greed
of mini-gods…while earth
drinks in disdain to the blood
of the innocents. The alleys—
dim. Death in black suit,
Impatient no longer. Simply
grins as flesh rots—
in catacombs. The cold wind,
that passes by, too close
to reveal. If only silence
can whisper their names—
but in chains.
Copyright © Elena Maria Parcon | Year Posted 2025
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Elena Maria Parcon Poem
I find my peace
in the rhythmic swaying of the trees;
I feel so calm and ease
in the soothing whispers of the breeze.
Beneath the twilight's curtain
of orange and pink,
One thing is certain,
I rest my mind, I don't want to think.
As I close my eyes and hum my favorite song,
Something's glowing from within;
It's the joy and the love so strong,
My peace—sinking in.
I smile 'coz I know this moment is a gift from God,
His grace shining through;
It's like a feeling I never had,
My heart is free, so amazingly anew.
Copyright © Elena Maria Parcon | Year Posted 2024
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Elena Maria Parcon Poem
What’s in the rhythm
that stirs an aching
Soul? Will her
heart’s bruise finally
appeased at the
scent of every fabric
that blends with the air—
The daunting silhouettes
treading the runway…
Their painted lips—
bespeak much of her
silence,
those shimmering lights
may defy her
fears but
she will rise—
like the Phoenix
from the ash heap.
Her wings kept
ablaze by her
God. With a smile,
soaring into the skies
of freedom and utmost love.
By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon©2026
Copyright © Elena Maria Parcon | Year Posted 2026
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