Harsh exchange of words,
momentary frustration,
lingering affects.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Impact
Bend
Prepare in advance,
be ready for twist and turns,
roll with the punches.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Depart
Time moves on, hearts remember,
sacrifices made of pure light.
Love ignites inner ember,
protective morning through night.
Deep set fears chime like a clock,
jiggle emotional keys,
visions cause tears to unlock,
cascade with old memories.
A deep breath holds the sweet taste,
of yesterday’s warm honey,
mountain tops known to re trace,
vanilla skies made sunny.
Crumbled papers show day dreams,
burn into ashes and smoke,
peaceful clouds form blissful beams,
overlook fates deadly cloak.
Melancholic moods arise,
quite difficult to describe,
divine hues gleam in soft eyes,
kissed with pure positive vibes.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Melissa Lemay’s Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #269
Inner Senses
Intuition knocks
Fluorescent lights highlight path
Better ways are found
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Me
I am the lessons I have learned,
the cool aloe that covers burns.
I am the songs I hear replay,
creator of my waking days.
I am the breeze that travels time,
made up of bright memory chimes.
I am the the start and end of life,
the strength that pulls through grief and strife.
I am loyal forever true,
an inner spice with peaceful hues.
I am of flaws and great mistakes,
decipher truths, discard the fake.
I am the one that gives a hand,
empathizing to understand.
I am present when life gets rough,
at times fragile but always tough.
I am a child, mother, wife, friend,
devoted love without an end.
I am a healer with insight,
guided by higher powered light.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published August 19, 2022
Defamation
Fictitious stories
Written to harm another
Discredit author
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Pass the Baton (Published at Spillwords)
A little girl born without flaws,
was raised to never ask for more.
Rules made by others were her law,
dissatisfaction filled her core.
She spent her days buried in books,
while multitasking as she cooked.
Felt success would someday be hooked,
but doubted she had what it took.
As days went by, she was annoyed,
felt like a doll or a stuffed toy.
made sure all duties were employed ,
but craved for ones she could enjoy.
Secretly chose to change her ways,
in hopes to build up better days,
knowing all things turn out okay,
she hoped strong will was here to stay.
The years flew by without a pause,
self assurance caught every fall.
Pursued her dreams, crumbled big walls,
independence helped her stand tall.
She kissed her daughter on her head,
while putting old customs to bed.
Knowing her strength will now be spread,
excited for what lays ahead.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
I am so excited to announce that my poem “Pass the Baton” is now available at Spillwords Press. I would like to thank Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for all of their continued support.
I would be so very grateful if you would go here, and like/comment as well. Thank you! 💕
Across
Hopelessness consumes
Create a bright inner bridge
Embrace the unknown
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Positive Mindset
Eager hearts hold hope
Optimistic thought patterns
Wonderful outcomes
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Today’s Song
A song transports,
into the past.
Stay current to savor at last.
Old day dreams come,
and go so fast.
Both mind and heart dance in contrast.
Inhale today,
right now is here.
all past regrets have disappeared.
Cut yesterday,
release held fears.
This precious moment feels so clear.
Create a vow,
enjoy this time.
Let bright new laughter ring and chime.
Do not let life,
quickly pass by,
enjoy each second till eyes shine.
Loud music stops,
lyrics are mute.
The brain and soul ease their commute.
A friendship starts
without dispute.
Tomorrow soon comes to salute.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published on December 03, 2022