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 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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