Her words
ran dry,
thoughts stirred
inside,
unheard,
denied,
preferred
to die.
Always
reshaped,
if they
escaped,
all days
were shamed,
dark grays
held claim.
Raindrops
fell down,
to stop
her frown,
and flop
around,
light crops
once found.
Her tales
came back,
details
in stacks,
no fails
or acts,
prevails,
on track.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Interesting, Grace!
Joanna
Thanks, Joanna.💕
Loving the crisp lines and snapshot, seasonal images!
Thank you. It’s a Pixabay photo . I really loved it too.💕
😊😊
Beautiful write, Grace. I love it. ❤️
Thanks so much, Jeff.💕
Most welcome, Grace. Always. 💕
The first paragraph ignites so many thoughts – great verse
Thanks so much.💕
Really like this
So happy you liked it. Thanks so much.💕
Beautiful work, love it🥰
“Her tales came back, details in stacks”❣
Thank you so much, Suvi. Your kind words truly mean a lot to me.💕
It’s my pleasure😊
Such a sweet narrative piece: “Raindrops fell down, to stop her frown, and flop around, light crops once found.” The beauty of words and a writer’s powerful imagination! ✅🌟💝
I am so happy you liked it, Lamittan. Thank you so very much ,my friend .💕
You’re most welcome, Grace dear. 💖
Inspiring raindrops and so is your poem, Grace! Good one 👌💐💖
Thanks so much, KK.💕
It’s my pleasure 💖
wow this is powerful Grac. I feel the raindrops in droves lighting a path.. 💖👏👏
Thank you so much for the beautiful comment, my friend. Truly appreciate you.💕
You are most welcome! Awww thanks and I you!!❤️
Such a dynamic piece with a driving pace and riveting imagery. Well done, Grace! 🙂
Thanks so much, Mike. Happy you enjoyed it.💕
Lovely and so powerful Grace-:)❤️
Happy you liked it, dear Cindy . Thanks a bunch.💕
You’re so welcome Grace!💕