What is more beautiful, God’s creation or things money can buy?
I choose God Himself because He is where beauty comes from.
Beauty and God
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Money and Things
Having all the money in the world can get you all the things you’ve ever wanted, but all the things you’ve ever wanted will never get you all the money in the world.
Mist in the Sunshine by L. M. Montes
Wafting up and away the pollen drifted as I lay
my head aloft a pillow of leaves,
drifts of cloud remnants break free,
separate–
wind tickles them,
they laugh,
tiny, beaded, dewy drops float and blow
a downward path–
resting pleasant mist as nature sews.
Love’s Haiku by L. M. Montes
Standing near a tree
I see you laugh heartily
warming the heart’s soul.
I step closer now,
hoping for chances to speak
to your being so strong.
A glance from your eyes
meets mine, staggers, and repeats
until you are rapt.
Without a thought you’re here
splaying love words lovingly
inside my minds ear.
Future Publication
Next up on the publishing agenda, I will be publishing a book of all of my short stories on Amazon in the coming months. I am pushing for mid April. Between now and then, I will be tweaking each of them with more details (characters, setting, and soforth), editing, and formatting. I will update this post with link info as time gets closer.
Blockers
What is standing in your way of accomplishing your goals?
Writing Prompts: Part II
Hello everyone. I hope your day is going well. A while back I published a post with some writing prompts. Here are some more.
- As I shut my draw, something tiny and black flew into it.
- The cool water caressed my feet. But…
- I did a double take, when I passed…
- The day came when…
- “I talked to him yesterday. He said…”
- “You’re standing in my way. All I…”
- Choose an article in the newspaper, look at the fifth or sixth line, and use it to create a poem or short story.
- I reached into my purse then realized…
- Write a story about a talking gold fish.
- Write a story with the line, “Then he/she slapped me.”
Fighting Spirit by L. M. Montes
The sun pushed down a radiant heat,
our brows they wearied but didn’t retreat,
frigid breezes thrust their brutish claws,
our hands embittered but set their jaws,
The middle ground bowed at what was right,
our heads determined to stand and fight.
History’s Repetition by L. M. Montes
Somewhere behind the curtain of time,
exists life’s lessons taught and missed,
with sauntered steps I must persist,
toward future tense and paradigm.
Thus forward moving events repeat,
’round and round the cycle goes,
trudging onward people doze,
doom ever looming oh so sweet.
Never Stop
In all that you work towards, never stop trying. Learn from your mistakes, make corrections, and try again. Let God be your helping hand. Pray. And never give up.
