Beach Walk

Indigo light,
dancing at night,
Calling your friend,
vibe has no end
shimmering scene.

Burnt orange sprite,
filled with such joy,
shining so bright,
like a new toy.
Yellow insight,
heard inner voice,
life is alright,
each paths a choice.

Emerald streams,
misting red seeds,
glistening dreams,
at lightning speed.
Desires gleam,
implanting needs,
spirit supreme,
follow the lead.

Cotton candy
hearts are so sweet,
soft and fluffy,
warm hearts all meet,
songs are dandy,
melody treats,
steps feel sandy,
dust off both feet.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. Eye-popping colorful imagery! So vivid! How I miss the ocean. It’s been too long since I walked on the beach. This poem begs the question: Pacific or Atlantic, which is your choice? I’ve walked on both verges of this country and I would choose the rugged Pacific. Rocky beaches and dramatic headlands replete with iconic lighthouses hold more character for me compared to serene East Coast beaches (Oregon Coast vs South Carolina coast, in my example). This is an amazing poem, Grace! Wow! πŸ™‚

    1. Good question, I really like both but appreciate Pacific weather a bit more, so I would have to go with Pacific.Thank you so much, Mike! Truly appreciate your always sweet words, you’re amazing. πŸ’•

  2. such an awesome poem Grace!!! Love this especially
    Calling your friend,
    vibe has no end
    shimmering scene.
    the words so awesome!!!πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

  3. Cotton candy and burnt orange sprite! So beautiful imagery and rhyming. Well penned, Grace πŸ‘πŸ’πŸ’–

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