Bend

Prepare in advance,
be ready for twist and turns,
roll with the punches.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

May 24, 2024 39

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

May 23, 2024 50

Perfect Spot

Army of trees,
highlight earth tones,
sway with the breeze,
magical zone.

Beautiful views,
nature’s brush strokes,
lavender hues,
fluffy clouds cloak.

Slight sunny beams
kiss mountain sides,
smooth honey dreams,
peacefully glide.

Warm serene air,
enhance bright skies,
wonderful flair,
soft misty rise.

Exquisite sight,
rich memory,
provides delight,
sweet reverie.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge May 21 , 2024
Prompt – Misty Rise

May 22, 2024 62

Street Art

Expressive view,
heart worn on sleeves,
forever true,
once eyes perceive.

Expressive hands,
paint what thoughts find,
most understand,
perplex some minds.

Expressive wall,
bright cherry red,
all issues fall,
cat purrs ahead.

Expressive craft,
grunge graffiti,
permanent draft,
enhance cities.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 239 May 20 , 2024

May 21, 2024 37

Inner Senses

Intuition knocks
Fluorescent lights highlight path
Better ways are found

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

May 20, 2024 29

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

May 19, 2024 68

Defamation

Fictitious stories
Written to harm another
Discredit author

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

May 18, 2024 32

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! 💕