Beauty flowed from inner roots,
conveying sweet smelling fruits
of sunshine, smiles, and words,
you frowned on joy
and plucked what did annoy,
but the beauty cascaded onward
kissing cheeks instead of shrinking
with thoughtless worded thinking.
You cut and chopped,
there’s nothing left,
just ground and soil
where beauty once sat,
but did you get the soul inside
where beauty actually does reside,
the layers you may peel,
but beauty you cannot steal.
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A Word of Description
What is one word that describes you?
Unique
Best Compliment
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
The best compliment I ever received was from a review of my novel The Cross’s Key.
It read like this:
“I applaud the author for creating one of the most complex and ambitious plots I have read in a long time…”
The Eyes of Heaven by L. M. Montes
The eyes of heaven
shine like winking, blinking stars
forever watching.
Love shoots arrows straight
into hearts of human souls,
ebbing and flowing.
Train, definitely a train.
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
Confidence Level
How would you rate your confidence level?
On a scale of 1 to 10, it depends.
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Anxious…
What makes you most anxious?
Lack of timeliness on the part of others. For example, the insurance company taking its time paying the plumber and me having to explain 3 times to them the situation (Only because I had to write out the explanation twice before I could actually get someone on the phone to). Our house, when we first bought it, had an ongoing leak behind the walk-in shower in the masterbath (this was not evident when we walked through it). We didn’t know this until it had gotten worse and we started smelling mold. (We bought the house in October 2021). The plumber who we hired to fix the leak, said the leak happened when the shower was installed. I then found out through a neighbor that it was installed 3 to 4 years before we bought the house. So this leak has been going on for that long. Hence our homeowners insurance paid for the mold removal and restoration, but the process has been long and lengthy. All kinds of anxiety here.
The above situation is a much longer story, but this is the gist of it. Thank you for “listening.” I truly mean that.
Activities I Lose Myself in
What activities do you lose yourself in?
Writing books, reading, and creating jewelry with beads.
Morning’s Dream by L. M. Montes
The sun winked as it peeked
over the horizon’s edge,
a dark sky faded to dark pink
as light beams struck,
shadows materialized
out of darkness,
casting over lawn,
I woke to breezy tickles
of coffee dancing on my nose,
one eye propped open,
a door creek spoke it’s ‘mornin,’
scents of sizzling bacon
thundered throughout senses,
blanket off,
legs swing ’round,
slip on slippers,
hit the ground,
my eyes wide open,
the door is closed,
it’s still dark,
no coffee I suppose,
the ceiling greets me as I lay in bed,
the clock says midnight,
and I dreamt instead.
