Speak

“A closed mouth never gets fed.”
Remember the words you said.
Shadows of a time that fled,
feelings followed where hearts led.

Random fears dance in my head.
“A closed mouth never gets fed”
Whispered voices fade till dead,
wish I could sing loud instead.

Hesitance steadily treads,
balancing poise on a thread.
“A closed mouth never gets fed.”
Hope deep inner thoughts are read.

Absorb the knowledge you bled,
absolving our every debt.
Confidence imprints and spreads.
“Opened mouth forever fed.”

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. love the repete and powerful message Grace!! πŸ’– I rescued a bird today from Ollie and it was bleeding but I held it fro awhile and put her on a time out and it in the window box and it flew away. πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

  2. I really enjoy your verses and the way you see and feel the world and what it brings with it.
    A pleasure to go through your blog.
    Greetings and hugs, Grace. πŸ˜€

  3. I really like the twist at the end where the repeated line deviates to wrap up the poem. Structured poetry delights me, and yours is always a pleasure to read, Grace. πŸ™‚

  4. Just awesome, Grace! Repetition of a line with alteration in the last adds its flavour. Enjoyed reading it. 😊❀️

  5. Open mouths are never fed
    But some arms are still wide open
    Tho my eyes gaze thru your eyes
    Perhaps some mouths shouldn’t!

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