What Was

I lay my pen, then close my eyes,
think of the times that slipped us by.
Relive the laughs we will not have,
we were as one, but now just half.

Turn the page, a different tale,
we were both good, never went stale.
Always a theme in stories told,
kissed by warm lights, melting the cold.

A fairytale from long ago,
when knees were bent, while life flowed slow.
As liquid words absorb all ink,
diminished love, made our hearts sink.

Stories are told, from dusty times,
no clear-cut views, reason, or rhyme.
A simple truth that was perceived,
lived long ago by you and me.

Written by young hearts filled with hope,
climbing steep hills and endless ropes.
Adventures end with distinct roads,
glad you were there to share the load.

Typed letters penetrate my bones,
presence never leaves me alone,
Cobwebs of memories fulfill,
the days that pass as life stands still.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #194 hosted by Fandango

Do it!

Staring straight,
no looking back,
freezing time,
from past attacks.

Blinders on,
quick side-eye glance,
focused views,
lead to life’s dance.

Breeze above,
Makes pure love,

Pink intent,
outgrows the mold.
Embraced goals,
will turn to gold,

Grab a dream,
do not distract,
make it big,
with huge impacts.

Fluttered wish,
should reach the sky.
Unframed hopes,
learn how to fly.

Take a chance,
lead with self-care.
Stalled to wait,
until hearts dare.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #193 hosted by Fandango


Reflections shown, while casting stones,
judgments are thrown, yours hide alone.
Unseen disguise, eyes in a veil,
swallow bad deeds, sighs are exhaled.

Looking outside, escape within,
choose not to see, deep-rooted sins.
Secure the cage, well kept inside,
hidden secrets, no one can find.

All concealed guilts, the heart knows well,
let the stones lay, where they once fell.
Absolve regrets, love and accept,
so conversations can connect.

Give empathy a love filled space,
real understanding is embraced.
Pure clarity helps souls unite,
perceptions fall with true insight.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #192 hosted by Fandango


Escape the noise,
lock it outside.
Embrace true joy,
creative ride.

Art screams inside,
begs to fly free.
Chooses to stride,
glides with pure glee.

Palette of oils,
brushes at hand.
Release recoil,
floor serves as stand.

A sacred zone,
passionate flow.
Prolific tones,
make visions grow.

Foresee a scene,
hands swiftly paint.
Feed the machine,
without restraint.

Observe the brush,
move with great ease.
Inwardly gush,
fine masterpiece.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #191 hosted by Fandango

Blissful Stroll

Date with myself, out to play,
leaves cascade then overlay.
Autumn colors on display,
art and nature make my day.

Perfect weather, warm yet cool,
coffee cup steams inner fuel.
Pack up all my writing tools,
prepare brand new film to spool.

Cozy scarf filters the breeze,
watch as winds tickle the trees,
fills my heart with inner peace,
inhale deep, exhale with ease.

Pictures capture what I write,
earth toned gifts of pure delight.
Present moment feels so right,
form memories that shine bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for FFFC #189 hosted by Fandango

Yellow Hues

When life is done, if visions last,
I will hold good times from my past.
Fond memories hold gifts of smiles,
with yellow flurried leaves for miles.

Pathways transform into slides,
brightly colored magical rides.
Possessions owned are left behind,
for hard work one only earns pride.

Lessons learned transform to stars,
light up the sky then erase scars.
Ugly times instantly buried,
warm sunny rays chase off worries.

Until that day, I will live well,
creating tales others can tell.
Close both my eyes, relive glories,
open them to write new stories.

Revised insight is evergreen,
my heart absorbs this gorgeous scene.
Notice how well I match my view,
fall to then rise, fully renewed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for  FFFC # 188, hosted by Fandango

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