Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
Do you know how loved you are?
Though heartbeats feel far away,
and dark nights outshine bright days.

There’s a light you cannot see,
once it burns it never flees.
Sadness whispers, “You’re alone”,
with connections firmly sewn.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
inner lies, can stretch too far.
Heavy weights are gifts of fear,
so perceptions seem unclear.

All the doubts that cloud blue skies,
is a trick behind hurt eyes.
Although most are unaware,
someone out there always cares.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
terminate imagined scars,
Breathe joy in, and let it stay,
till deep sorrows drift away.

Faith held through happier days.
still sparkle in countless ways.
True grace can not die, it sleeps,
love surrounds you, ever deep.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 285 May 05, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕

Hat wearing shadow, slowly sways,
in cemented grass woven days,
as fields of nature break apart,
to trace this figure’s absent heart.

Upon his face where eyes should be,
dandelions paint all he sees,
bright golden heads create a flame,
to witness how he plays life’s game.

Behind him, where nature prevails,
visions of hope embrace and sail,
a mirror rests, square, cracked, and still,
pressed by the earth, to free his will.

Within its glass, a unique hand,
two palms that rise to understand,
cupping a spray of wild delight,
a burst of flowers, bloom so bright.

Color bleeds in trembling seams,
roses and cherry blossom streams,
a tapestry that dares to glow,
places once barren, start to grow.

Shadow, flower, stone, and glass,
each symbols of how moments pass,
yet somewhere in a fractured beam,
the broken earth relearns to dream.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 285 April 28, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕

We visit where silence takes notes,
as lakes and mountains gently float,
a mirrored stillness, hushes skies,
branches above cause winds to sigh.

Someday, we’ll trade the city’s beat
for softer steps, grass on our feet,
a place where soul and nature meet,
as time slows down, each breath tastes sweet.

Clusters of houses by the shore,
with weathered wood, inviting doors.
One holds a turbine in its heart,
its gentle hum of rustic art.

Mountains stand high, still as a stone,
unmoving, yet never alone.
Peaks catch bright light, feel so alive,
teach how to rest, not just survive.

The leaves reach down dappled with grace,
to frame the lake, calm, endless space,
green and gold flicker with the breeze,
whisper sweet things, spirit at ease.

Peaceful at rest, nowhere to be,
drift with the clouds and dancing trees,
a brief escape, yet somehow planned,
held in this water colored land.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 285 April 21, 2025

Proudly and tall, the blood moon shows,
warm dusky rose, the night bestows.
Sweet copper face, peacefully slow,
wears just a crown glistened by snow.

Time paints the sky, just past midnight,
a silver glow offers insight.
Soft single flame, so small, yet bright,
clings gently to the lunar light.

Old lantern rests on grassy ground,
its quiet gleam, the only sound.
Two distinct shines suddenly bound,
great mystery, no answers found.

Who left it there? Which tale will fly?
traveler lost? pre-planned surprise?
Natural wonder? kind and wise,
gift of delight where stillness lies.

Deeply inhale, hearts and minds spin,
euphoric hues, expand within,
painful bruises depart from chins,
through darkest times, prepare to win.

Dim shadowed sparkles heal deep scars,
soft candle flame, strong eclipsed star.
One guides the path from a worn jar,
the other bleeds both near and far.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 284 April 14, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕