Puffed empty eyes,
goals built with lies.
Hopes torn to shreds,
dreams on a tread.
Non beating heart,
all faith departs.
Lonely and numb,
sorrows succumb.
Restless at night,
nothing feels right.
Deep inner guilt,
defenses built.
Crisp forrest air,
makes life seem fair.
Brightens insides,
positive find.
A solid cry,
helps sadness fly.
Yellow raincoat,
keep tears afloat.
Another way,
and role to play,
Negative sways,
certainty stays.
– Grace Y Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 181 April 10, 2023
Beautiful ❤️
Thanks so much 💕
a lovely take, Grace.
echos of hope, indeed🤍🙏
Glad you liked it. Thanks so much 💕
always a pleasure 🤍
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What a delightful take on your Sadje’s prompt Grace! So rejuvenating my dear! 😊🌺😍💖😘
Glad you liked it, Kym. Thanks a bunch 💕
Yes, I certainly did. You are so very welcome my dear Grace! Cheers! 😍🥂🥰💖😊
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I feel your pain, poetess. It’s refreshing. Joy needs Sadness☔️💙
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Love your wonderful take on the poem Grace! 💗
Happy to hear that, my friend. Thank you, Cindy.💕
We run ourselves down to bare-bones,
Singing lonesome songs to unknowns.
Raw marrow to fuel the ghost of a goal,
Hoping all along that this one’s a charm.
To rewind back into a figure eight’s hold,
The daily struggles you cage are untold.
The wheels stick and dissonance soars,
The hourglass will break and all will know.
Between ticks and tocks learn solitude’s note,
The recovery of spirit bathe in azure and gold.
Know my voice from whimper to tempest’s abode,
The might of love transcending restrictions and molds.
When I’m down I hear the echos of hope move in close,
This warmth inside like the sun embodied in my clothes.
The scars and their causes may never leave me alone,
But as long as I remember myself I can never fold.
So very beautiful . Thank you 💕
Beautiful poem Grace. The last line just tires it all up perfectly. Thanks for joining in.
So happy you enjoyed it, Sadje. Thanks so much. Truly a pleasure .💕
You’re welcome
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Nice post
Thanks
Thanks so much 💕
An inspiring poem, as always, Grace! Love the following lines-
Crisp forrest air,
makes life seem fair 😊💖
So happy you enjoyed it, dear KK. Thank you so much.💕
Most welcome Grace 💖
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Nice post
Thanks
Thank you 💕
Beautifully done, Grace.
Thanks so much, Eugenia 💕
My pleasure, Grace.
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Beautiful take on this prompt, dear Grace!! You always amaze me, my friend. Glorious flow and message 🤍🤗
So happy you enjoyed it, Grace. Thank you so much 💕
Lovely poem, Grace. I feel the sadness, but the forrest air brightens the soul; nature always has its way. 💞
Thank you so much. Glad you liked it. It sure does.💕
Yes echoes of hope 💞
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What a beautiful poem…and then the last line ✨💟💫
Thank you so much, Navin. Glad you enjoyed it.💕
You’re welcome, dear Grace 💫💟✨
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Beautiful poem, Grace.
Thanks so much 💕
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Beautiful Grace!
Thanks so much, Belladonna.💕
You’re welcome 💖
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