Imagination,
Expands creativity.
Express it freely.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy
Imagination,
Expands creativity.
Express it freely.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy
A prolific heart must create,
internal flows will then translate.
A sacred zone in a lost state,
astounding forces dominate.
No need to forge what others think,
self valued thoughts form in a blink.
Artistic views building great links,
a masterpiece can never sink.
Original, one of a kind,
entrancing hands quickly design.
A second glance to redefine,
image composed within the mind.
Distinct intentions swim with ease,
ideas encaged can now fly free.
Imagination crafts the key,
exposing views for all to see.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy
Ballerina take your stance
let them know what you demand.
Gain control within your dance
tiptoeing to the commands.
Ballerina show your strength,
graceful beauty perfect pace.
Stretch your leg to a full length,
hide the pain traced on your face.
Ballerina hold your pose,
looking like a single rose.
All your weight lands on your toes,
putting on a perfect show.
Ballerina win the crowd,
leaping high to spin around.
Final move leads to a bow,
posing gently on the ground.
Ballerina go to sleep,
music box full of stories,
my gems are all yours to keep,
in exchange for your glories.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Create perfection.
Enjoy doing it your way.
Silently applaud.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Words create pictures,
set deep in my mind,
Colors turn intense,
as I paint my rhymes.
Once they begin,
they keep going non-stop,
sometimes carrying tones
that feel very sharp.
Sharp paintings that dance
inside of my head,
linking every word
sewn with a clear thread.
All prior nonsense
somehow feel so real,
delivering a message
made up of pure steel.
Steel that becomes stainless
like a pretty view,
finished smooth and shiny,
still feeling confused.
Embarked in a passage,
with no start or an end,
instead, it expands
and seems to extend.
Extending quite far
reaching, no time or space,
combining designs,
touching, a state of grace.
Embracing large portraits
show up in great sums,
composing my thoughts,
as I silently hum.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Organize feelings,
share cocktails of emotions,
through compositions.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
What is a song that goes unheard,
or poem if it has no words?
An echoed sound
that has no end,
a profound thought,
stuck in a pen.
What is a frame without the art,
or actor with no spoken part?
A cage secured
on every side,
a gig to take,
with hidden lines.
What is a film with no debut,
biography without your view?
A way to be deemed
as aloof,
a way to read,
another’s truth.
What is a life without a twist,
or opportunity you missed?
A day relived
with no enhance,
a lesson shown,
so take a chance.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy