Tip Toe

Music box in my mind,
thunderstorm forms a dance,
feelings swirl, all combined,
lightning strikes to enhance.

Gusty wind melodies,
touch my heart like a chime,
flickering memories,
flow through blank hollow times.

Twirl around, remove veils,
mesmerized by the tune,
evaporating tales,
smell of old worn perfume.

Uneven thunder crash,
stagnant tears fall like rain.
The night sky holds a flash,
reigniting aged pain.

Absorb a jolting slam,
as I sway with the breeze,
I forget who I am,
the wild storm seem to freeze.

Spin to the sounds of drops,
playing songs in my head.
Watch as rains choose to stop,
breathlessly on my bed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – September 27, 2022
Prompt – Thunderstorm


In love with a shadow,
born yesterday.
May seem a bit hollow,
never decays.
Not made to be shallow,
or run astray.
Like a sharpened arrow,
brightens the grey.

A beautiful outline,
lessons create.
Infinite circling sign,
open huge gates.
Twinkling cosmos align,
so hearts feel great.
Purity so divine,
carries no weight.

A substance so certain,
constantly flows.
Opens velvet curtains,
starts a new show.
Removes unseen burdens,
so spirits glow.
Creates peaceful versions,
raises plateaus.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Change of Heart

No longer want,
just know to need.
Memories haunt,
guilty hearts feed.
Love tries to taunt,
by planting seeds.
So nonchalant,
sadness succeeds.

Grief will not win,
its reign will stop.
Grow thicker skin,
hesitance drops,
creates a spin,
until joy pops.
Glow deep within,
reach for the top.

Love will succeed,
runs nonchalant,
Hydrating seeds,
no need to taunt,
expands then feeds,
clears fears that haunt.
Satisfies needs,
by granting wants.

Landing on top,
light flows within,
negative pops,
swept by a spin.
Doubtful thoughts drop,
delight coats skin.
Bliss never stops,
prepare to win.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Life is a story
with an endless spin,
an action park ride,
controlled from within.
One day we fly high,
the next day fall down,
while studying rules,
a merry go round.

Fickle and dizzy
an unbalanced soul,
breaking the routine,
gaining self-control.
So many questions
await a response,
obtaining all needs,
still longing for wants.

The planet has changed,
nothing is the same,
words have new meanings,
unrelated aim.
Two steps moving forward
take one full step back,
slowly advancing,
remaining on track.

A visible light,
unfolds a strong bridge,
our soul forming wings,
our bodies the hinge.
Inhale then exhale
let go of the weight,
float calmly through life,
live what we create.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on April 13, 2021

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