While staring backwards
I walked forward,
searching future’s mind
yet awaiting what stood behind,
a pillar blocked my path
as I slammed into its wrath,
many a time this happened
and my head turned misshapen,
then a sign of truth
popped up from my youth,
One can’t move forward
if they keep looking back.
Category: Poetry
Walk, March, Dream by L. M. Montes
Walk–
with strides anew,
saunter–
just me and you,
linger–
and smell the dew.
March–
as off to war,
halt–
watch eagles soar,
remember–
it lives within your core.
Dream–
and do not die,
hope–
and fly up high,
achieve–
with goals decry.
Memories Collide by L. M. Montes
Thought pushes thought
as memories collide
and smash against the other,
where did time go
that created a pool of mind pictures
hither and yon,
at times a blank screen
of darkness rendering nothingness
invades the inner eye,
a time and time ago
the memories leapt with joy
experienced at the time,
now the splashing thoughts
spray the mind with misty sprinkles
plunging back-thought ‘hind the mind.
Time Flew by L. M. Montes
In a year,
time flew–
flowers sprouted,
and kissed the dew–
trees transformed,
collages glistened of every hue–
snowflakes danced,
nothing grew–
sprouts peeked,
all things new–
Nature’s Concerto by L. M. Montes
Greens of glory glistened
while floating by on turquoise,
trees with yellowed leaves waved
as nature’s orchestra played
a soothing symphony,
lapping water slurped upside
a tiny boat set adrift,
whistling concertos breezed from
holes in wooden rafts of days gone by,
nature plays for nature
when no one is around,
then night time lifts its curtain
and nothing makes a sound.
Inner Cave by L. M. Montes
Caves hide darkness
in vast shadows–
creatures from within
lurk behind the mind’s eye–
two steps forward
three steps back–
now to face it
but risk attack–
inner caves thus sit in silence
forever grieving with no healing,
stuck in mind mud–
no way out–
life’s decisions pushed you out.
The Beauty You See by L. M. Montes
Some days arrive and words don’t come,
just relaxation to enjoy in the sun,
beams of light across the grass caress,
inviting air of smoothness to the breath,
lavender floats along in gentle breezes,
creating a break in all that’s really needed,
so come along and smile with ease,
enjoy in life the beauty you see.
Life’s Chase by L. M. Montes
Life walked by and told to sit
so I could grasp and take a hold,
but then as fingers touched its sleeve,
it turned and ran before I bit.
I dashed and followed, giving chase
in hopes of catching what is mine,
but then as I drew close and near,
life turned and told me “in your face.”
Then I tripped into a shallow well
of self and pity as I had failed,
but then a flower before me grew,
my life was mine, I would prevail.
Yard Work by L. M. Montes
As the rain blew down I stood and pouted,
the sun refused to show or be outed,
grass grew up,
and stood corrupt,
I had to cut it because it sprouted.
There stood a barberry bush with pickers,
it grabbed my shirt and everyone snickered,
I took the shears,
there were no tears,
as the pointed picker bush stood tapered.
Autumn leaves changed color then floated down,
nature now stood bare with a winter frown,
they couldn’t stay,
or forever lay,
so rakes whisked by to gather piles of brown.
Time by L. M. Montes
Time is a circle
round and round
never ending,
at times we stand our ground
but moving forward
forever future bound,
listening then shifting
attention this way and that
to find the reason for a sound,
finding nothing
strolling along life’s journey
and learning lessons found.
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