Dive

Letters flying
circle quickly,
create new words
that swim swiftly.
Making statements
as they combine,
so I can choose
which ones are mine
.

Words are floating
around my head,
blurry visions
that go unread.
Painting pictures
within my mind.
playing scenes,
scripted inside.

Motioned pictures
rapidly show,
things I never
knew I know.
Opened wise eye,
logic thought blind,
seeing answers
details defined.

Answers arrive
before the questions,
knowing all facts
and intentions.
Helping me find
all keys I seek,
feel vibrations,
in words, I speak
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Words

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


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