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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
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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