Flicker

Blink to change what you see,
blink again, roaming free.
Perceptions bounce around,
silly thoughts, now profound.

Blink once more, let things go,
blink and drive with your soul.
Intentions, take the lead,
passing thoughts, sprout like seeds.

Blink to grasp what will be,
blink to gain every key.
Inner light shines and glows,
clear your eyes as you grow.

Blink and breathe nice and slow,
blink and reach high plateaus.
Close your eyes, inhale peace,
exhale love, blow with ease.

Blink to fly in the breeze,
blink and sway like a tree.
Slowly go with the flow,
heal so rips can be sewn.

Blink and gain self control,
blink and fulfill all goals.
Go on a joy filled spree,
as each day provides glee.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Repair

I can not find a place to grow,
my light has dimmed no longer glows.
I do not fit in anywhere,
my thoughts are mine no room to share.
I keep hitting a concrete wall,
my victories become my fall.
I do not know what will come next,
my mind wonders if I was hexed.

My heart does not believe it’s hexed,
I envision what I want next.
My strength increases after falls,
I know I can climb any wall.
My purest joy comes when I share,
I now feel welcomed anywhere.
My heart and soul carry a glow,
I nurture it and watch it grow.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

This poem has been published on Spillwords.

Mixed Seasons

Winter made me feel so warm,
snuggled up to watch snowstorms.
Singing kettles every night,
in your arms, I cuddled tight.


Spring appeared, changing the scene,
turned the ground into bright green.
Salty tears fell like dead leaves,
spring erased by autumn thieves.


Summer approached feeling cold,
parting hearts had lost their hold,
icy drinks filled my bare hands,
helping me to understand.


Autumn offered a new start,
springing in to brighten hearts.
Sunny showered rainbow hues,
light-filled views all became true.


Every climate is perceived,
outer thoughts are interweaved,
inner mirrors that reflect,
all the things that we project
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Outer

Possessed by an outer force,
many call external source,
some believe it lives inside,
cuddled snug in a complex mind.

Learn to teach all those unseen,
create endless boundaries,
confidence will turn the key,
transcending abundant ease.

Stop to breathe, notice mirrors,
eyes you see, look much clearer,
forgiving all past missteps,
guiding towards what projects.

All believe, what they perceive,
thoughts retrieve what they conceive,
drawn conclusions based on need,
eat the knowledge meant to feed.

Every soul is perfection,
for their path, not intention.
Providing greater lessons,
acts of bonds, and connections
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Perception

Wake up and go, do what you do,
laugh like a fool, while playing cool.

Go through your day, no time to play,
as feelings sway, in disarray.
Hold a brave face, keep it in place,
another chase, an unknown race.
Good afternoon never goes soon,
horrible swoon, howl at the moon.
Another night, turn off the light,
thoughts hold too tight, sleep puts a fight
.

Wake up and go, write your own show,
make your life glow, change up the flow.

Go through your day, make time to play,
watch feelings sway, enjoy sun rays.

Smile on your face, that stays in place,
no need to chase a winning race.

Good afternoon, time flies too soon,
internal swoon, hello full moon.

A better night, feeling so light,
hold pillow tight, sleep feels so right.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Curls

Out of the box hair,
untamable curly locks,
perfectly unique.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Jupiter

A snake disguised as a tree branch
can stand quite still to reach attack,
wears a sweet smile while stabbing backs,
carries pink hues, to hide the black
.

A victim role, you play too well,
pushing the fool, saying they fell,
sympathy gained is your best spell,
those by your side, live in your hell.

Do anything to get your way,
poisoned my cup, then caused delays,
your worried face was well displayed,
before your eyes, your plans decayed.

Paint yourself bright, nice, and sunny,
with veins that flow such sweet honey,
patient with a splash of funny,
acts to access unearned money
.

Inner pity makes you so cruel,
taught by elders how to bend rules,
feed deep hunger, ignite your fuel,
attempts to feel like a rare jewel.

Hope one day you can understand,
most lives rarely follow a plan,
the pain delivered by your hands,
reverts right back to where you stand.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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