Picture perfect view
Absorb a beautiful sight
Mental treasure chest
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy
Memory
Motherly
Warm sunny wisdom.
Brilliant fountain of support.
Endless connection.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Pleased
Who cares about “wants” anyway?
Fulfill all “needs” to be okay?
Assured to last another day,
colorful “wants” keep all “needs” gray.
Should we be “grateful” and not “wish”?
Anchored in stagnancy if switched?
To be content with being nourished,
without a need to gain or flourish.
Will my thirst be quenched in this cycle?
Erasing “goals” while walking “idle”?
Both “wants” and “need” hold a recital,
secretly fighting for the tittle.
Can we transform “wants” into “needs”?
Will “wishes” sprout like planted seeds?
Success proceeds and takes the lead,
while “gratitude” helps hopes exceed.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published November 20, 2021
Ever Thankful
Appreciation
Gratitude goes a long way
Focus on the good
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Mom
Irreplaceable
An infinite divine love
Endless connection
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Expressed
Silence is hidden,
inside of your eyes.
Lips full of answers
smothered with wise lies.
All truths are revealed
exposed by your eyes.
Back-peddling words
disclosed by surprise.
Awkward discomfort
expressed in your eyes.
No words are needed,
tears glue our demise.
Hopes have been ruined
as seen in your eyes,
you want one more win
yet despise the prize.
My unspoken words
scream loud in my eyes,
they say their farewells
with one breathless sigh.
Newfound intentions
live within my eyes.
Self-preservation
is my greatest tie.
Best wishes and love
shine from both our eyes,
mute words go unheard
our eyes say goodbye.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on July 18, 2021
Disclose
Maintain eye contact
Sincerity or deceit
Intentions exposed
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Angelic Tears
When an angel cries,
raindrops hit a village,
frustrations and sighs,
transform into privilege.
Nurturing the land,
allowing full bloom,
warm sunlight expands
full bright rainbow hues.
When an angel cries,
tears fall upon steeples,
blessings flutter high,
guiding aimless people.
Prayers touch the sky,
caressing the stars.
Wipes sadness from eyes,
removing old scars.
When an angel cries,
showers drench the jungle.
For each tree that dies,
and for natures struggles.
Agonizing tears,
not meant to destroy.
At times carry cheers,
along with great joy.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published November 25, 2021
Shower of light
Waterfall of stars.
Serene twinkles soon cascade.
Wishes are bestowed.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Written in response to Rebecca’s May 2023 Poetry Challenge
Rebecca’s ( Fake Flamenco) Prompt:
This month we will write a haiku (5/7/5 syllables) using the phrase “Waterfall of Stars.” While reading a YA story recommended by our teen called The Barren Grounds by David A. Robertson, Rebecca came across this phrase and thought it was beautiful. Haikus don’t officially have titles, though if you prefer to save your syllables you may use it that way.
Swindle
Not impossible,
to deceive a deceiver,
but quite difficult.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy