It started one day,
as I stopped to listen.
All silence had swayed,
old memories glistened.
Remembering times,
my own hands had buried.
Reliving the climbs,
with anchors I carried.
A basket of goals,
led me to my escape.
Mending scary holes,
new beginnings undraped.
Given directions,
inner guides have been found.
Lost in reflections,
to awaken by sound.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #134 May 16, 2022
Awesome, dear Grace! What a powerful and sweet piece of poetry 🙂
Thanks so much, Simone. I’m so happy you enjoyed it.💕
Your poems are beautiful and meaningful. I can see a story in every line. Who inspires these works of art? After reading i am going to quote myself: After all
Hanging on a brick wall
A mirror confirms
The fairest of them all.
You know in every poem your heart shows. It reflects something about yourself to the world. My motto let the poem write itself. When i saw these poems i realised i am years behind. Its a wake up call. Last word from me:
When the soul speaks even the reflection in the mirror weeps.
Keep up the good work
Thanks so much, Marvin. Love your motto. Beautiful piece.💕
powerful 💙😊
Thank you so much.💕
Buried memories. Buried thoughts. The darker corners of the mind. These are not necessarily comfortable things to reveal, but the revelation may well be necessary.
Absolutely . Thanks so much.💕
Lost in reflections,
to awaken by sound.
These are such powerful words Grace. Great take. Thanks for joining in
I am so happy you liked it, Sadje. Thank you so much .💕
You’re most welcome
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The journey of a lifetime. I love this poem deeply, dear Grace. It’s marvelous and resonates with me profoundly. 💞
So happy to hear that, Jeff. Thanks so much, my friend .💕
You’re welcome, Grace. Always. 💞
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Inspiring and illuminating piece f poetry❤️❤️
Thanks so much, dear Reena.💕
Beautiful beautiful beautiful ❤️
Thanks so much.💕
Pleasure to read
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Very beautiful and reflective!!
Happy you liked it. Thanks so much.💕
Lovely poem, I love the inspirational message hidden inside of them.
Thanks so very much .💕
“Reliving the climbs,
with anchors I carried…”
It’s so exhausting to carry our anchors up the mountain path, yet sometimes it’s equally difficult to let them go. There’s wisdom in everything you write, Grace. 🙂
Thank you, Mike. It sure is difficult to let them go. Happy you enjoyed, my friend.💕
Welldone Grace…Beautiful words❤
Thanks so much, Laiba.💕
Welcome Grace💕
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Truly beautiful writing, with deep purpose and meaning. Thank you for sharing.
So glad you liked it. Thank you so much.💕
It’s a beautiful take, Grace! Memories are at times needed to be buried. An awesome piece 👍💐💖
Thanks so much, dear KK.💕
My pleasure 💖
Your poems are so lovely. Simple, depth, to the point. Lovely. ❤️
Thanks so much.💕
Thank you for taking us on this beautiful nostalgia trip, Grace.
Thanks so much, Joyce. Happy you enjoyed it.💕
I sure did. It was a wonderful trip through memories and the imagination that I love that I can do again and again.
So sweet of you.💕🙏💕
Thank you for sharing. ^_^
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