Tower of books, spines turned away,
their titles hushed, deep thoughts at bay.
Arranged with care from large to slight,
a quiet climb from dark to light.
Each page within holds untold lore,
wise words declare what came before.
They lean in silence, ever proud,
like wisdom dressed in linen shroud.
Beside this stack, a dinner scene,
fine ladies meet, each one a queen.
Tables are set, united space,
bright laughter softens every face.
Beautiful women, poised, aware,
endless stories and smiles to share,
then one jumps up to take a stand,
a microphone placed on her hand.
She speaks, and all the hush ignites,
like unseen books that bloom with lights.
her voice, both gentle and profound,
converts doubts into solid ground.
No spine revealed, no title shown,
yet every tale is clearly known.
For here are stories clothed in grace,
living texts that time won’t erase.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 292 June 09, 2025
This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕
