Abandoned on a tree trunk stump,
alone with aromatic funk.
Await to go out, skip, and jump,
the days that pass erase all spunk.

Profound hollowness deep within,
debate on what new days will bring.
Never to feel feet, socks, or skin,
questions are sprung as nature clings.

Sun dries up dirt that turns to dust,
soon forrest rain transforms to mud.
Inside feel life grow with full trust,
excitement rises with each bud.

Repurposed from unwanted boots,
strength that cascades midnight’s dew.
Guardian of free spirited roots,
with a great purpose built anew.

– Grace Y. Estevez Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #167 January 02, 2023

Brown plain wrapped gift with bright red bow,
my heartbeat shifts as visions glow.
Contains sweetness for me and you,
gummy fruit streets, taffy path chews.

Confection sprinkles twinkling rain,
taste buds tingle with gleeful gain.
Bubble gum home, pixie straw beams,
sofa of sponged glazed bear claw dreams.

A giant bed made of fudge bars,
caramel sheets wrap sleep with sparks.
Marshmallow pillows comforts head,
warm mattress from banana bread.

Powdered sugar dust in the air,
candy coated thoughts everywhere.
Unwrapped surprises, minds could see,
delicious images fly free.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #166 December 26, 2022

When ocean waves,
speak with the breeze,
words sing so brave,
dance flows with ease.

Salt water slips,
on floors of sand,
the deepest dip,
forces command.

Stone anchorage,
offers great views.
Peaceful courage,
magical hues.

Surf full of love,
slides, to then crash.
Creates a cove,
laughs with a splash.

All day and night,
an endless show,
sways to sun light,
as the wind blows.

Beautiful times,
blanket the shore.
Always sublime,
forever more.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #164 December 12, 2022

I am not angel, but still try,
throughout bright days and gloomy nights.
If this world is all my eyes see,
then it was painted just for me.

Spray my words with gold dusty light,
understood through sound and insight.
Emotions sing whimsical tones,
so lucky ears can be atoned.

Miracles grow on solid ground,
all unknown answers swiftly found.
Every soul captures simple truths,
without the need for any proof.

Each new day is wrapped in pure joy,
adventures come with a flipped coin.
Pray perceptions keep this fresh view,
so my heart loves the life it drew.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #160 November 14,2022

Splash my face with rainbow hues,
abstract designs clears off blues.
Creativity flies high,
twinkles brightly from my eyes.

Happy colors paint my mind,
my canvas runs undefined.
Free flow tints without a care,
masterpiece makes my heart dare.

Body sparkles with surprise,
neon splatters so precise.
Parents stop to analyze,
giggles from me paralyze.

They take pictures, to no end,
visuals grow, feelings extend.
Imagination expends,
soapy water is my friend.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see # 159- November 7, 2022