With lilt a breeze gives me a jilt,
and on my cheek it plants,
scents of lavender caress,
floating aloft a flowerbed.
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A Comfortable Place
Where is your place of comfort to either read a good book, write, or just to sit and meditate? For me it’s more than one spot. If I’m writing, I enjoy a place surrounded by books or where I can look out and view nature. When I’m reading a good book, I prefer a comfortable chair or sofa in any setting. Where’s your place?
The Brink by L. M. Montes
I saunter to a jagged edge
to watch the sun go down
behind the ocean’s salty bed.
As the sky dims to ebony,
the ivory stars blink
their eyes and watch
me from the vast
expanse of the heavens.
The heavy mists
which evening brings
lifts upward to envelop
and imprison me
as night befalls.
I cannot see
the craggy edge
that looms so far below—-
the mist has cupped its
hands on my eyes,
so the cliff I would not view.
Panic grabs my fearful head,
I cannot move,
for if I do,
I topple till I’m dead.
The Past by L. M. Montes
Looming—-
in the shadows of time,
skeletons of a haunted past,
like Satan’s fury—-
they test and tease,
taunting and afflicting until he’s pleased.
This plaguing past that will not die,
shall eat me from way down inside,
it travels—-
flamed obsession—-
My head it whirls and twirls about,
it stalks my smitten soul,
I try to rid these tentacles of time,
but still it slithers—-
there it lurks—-
a staring stranger,
forcing, reaching, grabbing, glaring—-
I’d like to think the past is gone,
but still—-
it shall remain taboo,
always there,
can never undo.
A Summer Dream by L. M. Montes
The emerald blades of grass
Glisten softly in the sun,
With a color wheel of wild flowers
Dancing in the wind.
Ice blue skies with feathers of clouds
Gently floating by.
The sand creates a blanket,
That lies wrinkled under me,
While the sound of sleepy waves
Cradle me to slumber.
Water’s Edge by L. M. Montes
Quietly by the shore
The waves roll softly o’er my feet.
I gaze out upon the sea,
Diamond like sun crystals
Twinkle on mirrored waters.
Clouds, pillowy puffs,
Sweep gently across an ice blue sky,
Sea blown breezes whisper through my hair.
In the distance, seagulls,
Swooping and swaying,
Sing their victory song.
Tis joyous to see such beauty,
When inner thunders storm.
Like rains of hurricanes,
Wind whipped blows—-
Seem to never cease.
But this glorious creation of sunlit skies,
Which God Himself has sent,
Has blown away my inner
Typhoon and laid my fears to rest.
Breathe fresh and breathe free,
Let go of all showers of yesterday.
Let all flow out to sea,
Never to return and bother.
Angels in the Mist by L. M. Montes
Your love is my strength,
It gives me warmth,
When I touch you,
Your love sings to me.
When I close my eyes,
You are there,
When I dream of you,
Your presence fills my heart.
But now you are gone,
The Lord has taken you away,
Your spirit and your love,
Are angels in the mist.
Long ago you stepped into my world,
You fed my mind,
And held me tight,
Throughout our years of gold.
So when the wind blows,
Your love floats back to me,
I cherish all you are,
Like flowers in the Spring.
Patience
Patience can be an unruly monster, especially when you want something bad enough. Like success or wanting to see the final product of something you’re writing or making. You want it now. I think if one is normally an impatient individual, then that comes second nature to them. They will rush through to get something done. Maybe they need a reminder to slow down.
The project will get finished. It isn’t easy. Trust me on this one. I am a very impatient person, and I have to remind myself frequently to take my time.
So, slow down. Take a deep breath. Think of the end result and know it will be even better because you will have taken your time.
The Story Within
Everyone has a story within themselves. One that’s either dying to get out or one that wants to stay hidden. If you decide to tell your story, tell it. If you want it to remain hidden then do that. But there are two ways to let it stay hidden. You could leave it alone and do nothing at all, or you could tell it but weave it with fiction. No one will ever know. You will know, but no one else will. That is the beauty of fiction.
Pretend
Have you ever played pretend when you were a kid? If so, shuffle through your mental library of pretend scenarios and expand it into a story. This could be a short story or novel. Just an idea in case you need something to write about.
Romance
Maybe you had a romance that ended on a bad note. You would like to write about that, but you don’t want anyone to know. Well, who has to know it was your experience?
Trouble
Maybe you or someone you know got into some trouble. Ohhhh the intrigue that could come from a story such as this. Embellish and expand on it. Create a fictional detective series that centers around it.
Whatever stories lie within that computer bank living inside of your head, use them if you’re so inclined. That is, if you enjoy the art of writing. If not, leave them alone.
Inwards by L. M. Montes
Past mishaps can sicken you
or they can teach you,
a blessing or burden bound.
Standing on a high taught rope,
legs of jelly tense,
just cross but do not look down.
I can’t, I won’t, don’t make me,
fear it grabs my soul,
but courage it says let go.
by L. M. Montes
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 