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Magnetized by L. M. Montes
Within the eyes lies
the soul that
magnetizes the heart
and pulls you in.
Resist, you can not
pull away from him
whose eyes draw
you forth into them.
Against his chest
you lay your head
as he lifts your chin
for a gentle kiss.
The Circle of a Writer’s Life
When you’re a writer, a full-time writer, going to work isn’t like having a regular job where you go to work and do the same thing every day. At least it isn’t like that for me anyway. My day is a hodge podge of different experiences, events, conversations, activities, etc… Why is it like this? Because I’m constantly creating. Yes, even when I’m not writing, I’m writing. I seek fiction in the nonfiction world of reality.
When I hit a brick wall in my story, I go for a walk to relax my mind and think of possible solutions. Talking to people is a great way to find great dialogue for any story. Although, most of the time you might end up changing parts of it to suit your story. A boat ride or a day at the beach is fun and. Write your experience down in your writing journal.
So, in a nutshell, the circle of a writer’s life is different each day.
The Trickle of Life
Freedom: An American Poem by L. M. Montes
Turn your eyes up to the sky,
the sun shoots you a glint,
a light, a warmth, a tender smile,
from beams of perfect mint.
A gray that creeps and grows,
now reaches with its clutches,
its evil now it plants and sows,
and grabs all that it touches.
Its messages now blacken,
the lightening strikes the soul,
a crack, a thunder, morals slacken,
the attitudes are coal.
But the eagle now takes flight,
its wings woosh guiding light,
to We The People in the night,
who now will stand and fight!
By L. M. Montes
Beach in Newport, Oregon
You Are The Sun by L. M. Montes
Your light it shines and warms the hearts
of family and friends who never part,
though unpredictable you be,
you sparkle through the clouds to me.
On days of gray and rain that spatters
warmth you give cause none of that matters,
however blurred your beams are splotched,
your radiance to my heart does touch.
Fear by L. M. Montes
A sound,
the dark,
a snake,
a remark,
that bites the brain
until you are bound.
You shrivel,
and cringe,
your breath,
does binge,
and stabs the heart,
now sanity is little.
a cry,
a shout,
the curtain
it lifts,
the light of truth,
and fear is a lie.
By L. M. Montes
Go With It by L. M. Montes
I woke today
to find a life
but found instead
I was almost dead.
What did I do?
Where did I go?
I dozed back to sleep
in bed you know.
Later, time it drug,
I had to hurry,
but I couldn’t scurry,
So I moved as though a slug.
I couldn’t fight this one bit,
therefore I concede,
to sit and read,
and alas just go with it.
By L. M. Montes
Metaphor
Definition: (from Dictionary.com) “A figure of speech in which a term or phrase is applied to something to which it is not literally applicable in order to suggest a resemblance”.
Examples:
- His hand on my shoulder is a frigid icicle.
- The house was hot furnace.
- The sand is a blanket underneath me.
- The wildflowers are a color wheel.
- The stain was an annoying fly; always around and refusing to go away.
As you can tell by these examples, pictures are created within the readers mind that heightens their reading experience. They pull the reader into the story.
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