Speaks

The thirsty words
stuck in my throat,
swallowed unheard
ink never wrote.

Another thought
muffled and mute.
A bullet caught
while in pursuit.

Intuition,
always restrained.
Definition,
never attained.

Gulps of honey,
sweetens and coats.
Songs made sunny,
release high notes.

Exposed feelings
shine everywhere.
Peaceful healing
lights inner flare.

Alleviating,
sharing insight.
Radiating,
eyes gleaming bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. “Gulps of honey,
    sweetens and coats.
    Songs made sunny,
    release high notes…”

    I love this. The imagery is striking and powerful. (Sadly, I’m allergic to honey, but that’s neither here nor there!) Beautifully expressed, Grace. πŸ™‚

  2. Wow! I loved this poem very much. Every line was so beautiful! My favourite lines are:
    The thirsty words
    stuck in my throat,
    swallowed unheard
    ink never wrote.

    Brilliantly written!!!❀❀

  3. Another beautiful poem…I’m kinda awestruck by the beauty of your fine lines, Grace…the rhyming is simply amazing πŸ’«β€οΈβœ¨

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