In shadowed woods, the screen ignites,
a pixel smile in glowing lights.
Dark forest listens, soft, aware,
as data hums through midnight air.
The past returns in neon hue,
a retro dream made strange and new.
Lush moss reflects its gentle beam,
where nature sleeps inside a dream.
Then morning wakes on Venice’s shore,
the city hums, the waters roar.
Young lady turns, bright sunlight beams,
the world around her softly gleams.
She stands between what was and is,
the quiet code and morning’s kiss.
Two worlds apart, yet both the same,
each lit by wonder, thought, and flame.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 311 October 20 , 2025
This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕