Your smile sang of sweet
thoughts behind warm eyes,
convey your truths,
but do not speak,
from mind to mind,
I will hear what you think,
whether a gesture or a look,
my heart knows what is linked.
In fields vast with colors dreamy,
you hold my hand
as stars wink sweetly,
mountains stand erect,
looking on as to protect,
the crispness of night air so lingers,
moonlight brushing auras hazy,
among the country grasses breezy.
Breaths of beauty come a knocking,
morning stretches arms of sunbeams,
caressing landscapes as they glide by,
grassy dew drops mist across my nose
as warm winds whistle on tippy toes,
your beating heart rings tides of life,
speaks to my soul all day and night
in passionate whispered voice.
Tag: Creative Writing
The Walk by L. M. Montes
I walk with you on a warm summer’s day
along a vast mountainside
watching life’s jewels below in the breeze
of the winds hands,
birds rise gracefully and float away,
they wave goodbye as wings clap against clouds.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
The trees lie silent in morning’s mist
that outlines the light sea green horizon.
Echoes of yesterday, gently carried
by dewy spring scents,
wafting gracefully across the valley’s vast
expanse lying quietly
beneath the jagged white capped masters.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
On winter’s ice with you I sail,
sweetly gliding, smoothly sliding,
the mirror beneath reflects our souls
and tells our story of long ago.
Around around we spin and swirl
with winter’s white diamonds
falling gently as we twirl.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
Book 3
Recently I began writing my third book in my Time Series. The title is tentative, so I am not going to share it just yet. But what I wanted to write about was how exciting it can be to embark on a new project yet challenging at the same time. One might think an author would feel as though beginning to write a new novel is nothing new, that it’s commonplace. One might get used to it, and the newness of it wears off. That is all wrong. Each time I started to write a new book, I felt the exciting twist of wonderment as a new opportunity to create another story began to weave its web across the pages.
Granted, I have only published two books and one book of poems. But it doesn’t matter. Each one is different, so your brain isn’t getting tired of the same old thing every time. What I enjoy best is the new conflict and plot twists I will have fun creating and inserting into the story.
I have to admit though. Going into book 3 was slow going at first. I wrote the prologue and put it away. Then a couple days later I went back to write chapter 1. I wrote approximately 500 words of chapter 1, then put it away. A couple days later I wrote more. I have chapter 1 finished now, but I was still lacking something. I ended up making a list of things I needed for the story so I can move on with it, then I sat back for about a week or so and let those ideas work in my subconscious as I moved along with the rest of my life. I didn’t sit immobile and try to think of something. Doing that would have been way too boring, and it would have gotten me no where. But now I have it. As I went about my days, I would think about my story and what it needed, relaxed, let my imagination run rampant, thought about different ideas, etcetera.
Book 3 is now making its way across the pages of my manuscript with much more ease. If you find yourself stuck like this, don’t put too much pressure on yourself to come up with ideas. They will come to you. You just have to give yourself a break.
Life’s Garden: A Poem within a Poem
Strolling through life’s garden,
shadows rain,
seeking shelter as winds whip,
danger hovers,
droplets spit and spatter ‘cross my cheek,
strength stings,
then clouds thin their thick blankets,
goodness yawns,
a beam of sun glides a light revealing,
warmth shines.
Foolish Defiance by L. M. Montes
Long ago defiance ruled,
I shook my head and sighed,
why did people listen not
and wag their tongues with lies.
Chances rolled down hills,
no takers snatched them up,
instead offenders turned away
with foolish fists corrupt.
Winds blew them hither and yon,
a lesson to be taught,
years it took to do what’s right
then seek the promise sought.
Feed Your Creativity
What do we need for nourishment? Food. When we eat food, we feel better. Our body feels sustained. It might also depend on what you eat, but that is neither here nor there. Actually, I’m eating as I write this article (Hahaha, no really). But how do we feed our creativity when we’re trying to think of material for writing a story? I’m not talking about writer’s block. I’m talking about putting some oomph into your story, something that stands out to readers. The answer to this question will vary from individual to individual because we are all different. Below are some ideas on things you can do to wake up your creative mind.
- Read books.
- Listen to music (I hear classical music is good for this).
- Do a craft of some sort.
- Put a jigsaw puzzle together. You’d be surprised how much this works.
- Create ideas with some one else. Hey, two heads are better than one.
- Take a drive somewhere that appeals to your senses.
- Look at beautiful photos and imagine yourself inside the picture. Use your senses and describe it.
- Take a stroll through a cemetery.
- Cook/bake something.
- Go to the beach.
Descriptive Words
Please note that some of the descriptive words in this table are found in more than one box. This is because they hold two different descriptive meanings.
Sometimes it’s nice to have many in one place rather than always resorting to look up single words at a time. When you are in the middle of writing a piece of fiction and you want a unique way to describe something, your mind can go blank. Here is a table to help you.
| Really Certainly Easily Genuinely Honestly Positively Precisely Truly Undoubtedly Unmistakably | Very Absolutely Acutely Decidedly Deeply Eminently Exceedingly Excessively Greatly Highly | Extremely Really Remarkably Seriously Significantly Singularly Supremely Terribly Terrifically Thoroughly | Normally Commonly Generally In general Mainly Most of the time Mostly Ordinarily Usually As a rule |
| Quickly Swiftly Rapidly Hurriedly Speedily Fast Quick Hastily Briskly At high speed | Seriously Passionately Earnestly Sincerely Vigorously Gravely All joking aside Cut the comedy Intently Resolutely | Kindly Genial Gentle Good-hearted Generous Humane Kind Mellow Merciful Pleasant | Finally Definitely Assuredly Once and for all Past regret Settled With conviction Determinately Beyond recall Lastly |
| Only Apart Individual Lone Matchless Once in a lifetime Sole Unaccompanied Unequaled Unique | Perfectly Altogether Completely Fully Quite Utterly Wholly Consummately Well Totally | Accidentally By chance Inadvertently Casually By accident Randomly Unconsciously Unintentionally Unexpectedly Unwittingly | Confused Bewildered Dazed Glassy-eyed Mixed up Not with it Addled Discombobulated Perplexed Puzzled |
Types of Poems
Here are a few types of poems I thought you might be interested in. There are more, but I went with some common types that people enjoy writing more often. They range in difficulty. For more information about each, you can go to www.Google.com
| Type | Definition | # of Lines | # Syllables Per line | Rhyme Scheme |
| Haiku | An ancient form of Japanese poetry. Small in size | 3 lines | line one has 5 line two has 7 line three has 5 | none |
| Limerick | Are funny and sometimes rude. They have a set rhyme. The subject is a short, pithy tale or description | 5 lines | none | AABBA |
| Sonnet | A poem expressing a single, complete thought, idea or sentiment. There are two types: Petrarchan and Shakespearean | 14 lines | 10 (Iambic Pentameter) | Petrarchan Sonnet: ABBA, ABBA, CDECDE Shakespearean Sonnet: ABAB, CDCE, EFEF, GG |
| Free Verse | A popular style of modern poetry. It has a great amount of freedom when it comes to number of lines, cadence, and rhyme (if any) | varies | varies | varies |
| Villanelle | A short poem of fixed form, written in tercets, usually five in number followed by a quatrain. | 19 lines | varies | ABA for the first 5 tercets. Line 1 from the first tercet gets repeated in line 3 of tercets 2 and 4. Line 3 from tercet 1 gets repeated in line 3 of tercets 3 and 5. In the stanza 6 (the quatrain at the end), lines 3 and 4 are lines 1 and 3 from the first tercet in order). |
| Blank Verse | Poetry written with a precise meter, often in iambic pentameter but doesn’t rhyme. | varies | 10 (Iambic pentameter) | none |
| Sestina | A poem of six six-line stanzas and a three-line envoy, originally without rhyme, in which each stanza repeats the end words of the lines of the first stanza, but in a different order, the envoy using the six words again, three in the middle of the lines and three at the end. | 39 lines | Iambic pentameter is optional. Otherwise there is none. | Line 1: ABCDEF Line 2: FAEBDC Line 3: CFDABE Line 4: ECBFAD Line 5: DEACFB Line 6: BDFECA |
| Tanka | A Japanese poem that means “short poem” | 5 lines | lines 1 and 3 have 5 syllables. All other lines have 7 syllables. | none |
Villanelle IV by L. M. Montes
Hindsight gives agonizing birth to regret,
all the while walking forward getting hit,
so turn around, live life, and don’t forget.
Blunders born from stupid in a net,
ensnared one’s being then reality bit,
when hindsight gave agonizing birth to regret.
Mistakes equal life’s learning one must get,
but not when thought’s not given nor learning lit,
so turn around, live life, and don’t forget.
Talking kicks up dirt when as an outlet,
but ends up hurting innocents with grit,
as hindsight gave agonizing birth to regret,
Wicked words like daggers thrown with threat,
ricochets when dark minds do not submit,
so turn around, live life, and don’t forget.
Throw a radiant smile so to offset,
the evil undertow that won’t transmit,
hindsight giving agonizing birth to regret,
so turn around, life life, and don’t forget.
Villanelle III by L. M. Montes
Waves whisper a cadence soft and free,
gliding forward, lingering, rolling back,
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.
Seagulls swoop white wings so feathery,
dipping downward, soaring, as black
waves whisper a cadence soft and free.
Shadowed palm trees sway in the breeze,
bowing down, billowing, and whack
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.
On horizon’s bed a ship sails carefree,
buoyantly bouncing, gliding, as off-track
waves whisper a cadence soft and free.
Gray cloudy wisps stretch in mystery,
languidly looming, searching, but lack
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.
A gate clinked open amidst a rocky lee,
beauteously inviting, summoning, while black waves whisper a cadence soft and free
as sun beams dim and fold beneath the sea.
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