Journey though Time

It happened fast,
within a flash.
Sounds of a blast,
dimensions crash.

Traveled through space,
went back in time.
Feet still in place,
explosions chime.

Vibrate from rings,
as tears cascade.
Canonball flings,
like live grenades.

Shut both eyes tight,
pray to be home.
See colored lights,
memories roam.

Another life,
lived long ago,
with war and strife,
a fearful show.

Blinked once or twice,
then came right back.
Serene and nice,
all things intact.

A peaceful park,
structure holds pain.
Evokes heart sparks,
positive gain.

Fixed Instrument,
historic throne.
Mixed sentiments,
respect is shown.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written in response to Crimson Creative Challenge # 219, hosted by Crispina Kemp

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  1. This is such a powerful and emotive piece, Grace. The vivid imagery in your poem and the picture you’ve chosen are really striking. I’m not sure if this was something you experienced or whether it was fiction, but either way, it is very effective. Be safe. Brilliantly written Xx πŸ’“πŸ’•

    1. That’s so nice to hear, Ellie. Thank you so very much. Truly appreciate your kind response, it means so much to me. Hope you are having a wonderful day.πŸ’•

      1. I read this as Ellie did, thinking this was your vivid experience and came to the end relieved that it wasn’t. Moving topic, well done, Grace

  2. Brilliantly done, Grace! I’ve been to historical sites where you can feel the history inside, as if a time machine or portal transported you back. Your poem did the same πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

  3. Ah what a powerful and beautiful piece, dear Grace! Each stanza could individually shine on its own and together they work so wonderfully – that’s the work of a truly gifted creator like yourself πŸ€πŸ€—

  4. Every description is marvellous, Grace! Loved the way you went ahead with imagery in this beautiful poem πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–

  5. An optical illusion occurred as I was looking at the image on the top of your page. My chair sits with its back to our front window and the reflection of the window panes on the image gave the impression of buildings in the midst of the explosion. It was eerily reminiscent of 9/11. πŸ˜”
    Beautiful write, Grace! πŸ’«

  6. Such beautiful imagery! I would have flashbacks that I would describe similar to this. I went to therapy for them and was told to change the scene. Instead of something scary, I changed it to something I enjoyed, like riding my horses through the mountains πŸ”οΈ thank you so much for sharing 😊πŸ₯°

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