An empty basket
finds purpose when it is filled,
like a hollow mind.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Function
Accept
Accustomed to
receiving
“yes”,
yet “no”
can at times
bring success,
If angered
while hearing
a “no”
recall that “yes”
gives
false control.
Sensed false control
can feel
so true,
yet true effects
can not
be viewed.
No one is certain
of results,
some disillusions,
bring exults.
Do not dismay
if what
you thought,
is not the same
as what
you bought.
Appreciate,
when views
are shown,
lessons are gifts,
from the
unknown.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Still
Isolated tree,
on a tourist-filled island,
observing the breeze.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Smiles
Smiling is a gift,
used to display positive.
Unveiled in the eyes.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Contrast
Polar duality,
tango dance blindly into
codependency.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Candle Light
Light a candle,
then search the flame.
It takes a breath,
I do the same.
The fire dances
a rhythmic sway,
my body moves
in the same way.
The hot wax drips
along each side,
smile as tears drop,
from both my eyes.
Inhale all hope,
the light emits.
Energies guide
and soon transmit.
Clear and pure thoughts
are now evoked,
exhale all pain,
watch as it smokes.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Recognize
Create perfection.
Enjoy doing it your way.
Silently applaud.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Extinguish
Dramatic sounds,
ring through my voice,
shaking around,
removing choice,
makes my head pound,
vibrating noise,
fall to the ground,
losing my poise.
Dramatic views,
blind both my eyes.
Perceptions choose
a hidden lie.
Creating news,
so stories fly,
without a clue
yet still implied.
Dramatic taste,
I thought I craved,
The greatest waste
was all I gave.
Gasoline bastes,
set to enslave.
Living in haste,
digging my grave.
Dramatic touch,
caressing deep.
No longer clutch,
not mine to keep.
Giving too much,
making hills steep.
Calming the rush,
so I can sleep.
Dramatic scents,
that swim inside.
Chaos ferments,
a troubled mind.
Will not consent,
to being kind,
instead prevents,
simply declined.
Dramatic life
abandoned past.
Presented strife,
that did not last.
Turmoil was knifed,
calming it fast.
Peace is now rife,
enjoyed contrast.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Self
Individual
Freedom to be who you are,
perfectly unique.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Curls
Out of the box hair,
untamable curly locks,
perfectly unique.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy