A whisper gently tickles,
as one’s words politely trickle,
whether kind or filled with angst,
the mind will sing or sink with pangs
of what it does not want to know.
But do we sit and let it fester
or set it loose on water’s flow?
Tag: Creative Writing
The Glow by L. M. Montes
At half sunrise and half sunset,
a low light of heaven predawn or preset,
gives pause to one’s thoughts,
of pre-day or pre-night,
reflection abounds and growth is met.
Cherish the moments of heaven’s glow,
when quietude erupts and silence so low,
smile, drink coffee, enjoy the time,
those moments, so precious, do flee,
so day and night can grow.
Beauty by L. M. Montes
What is beauty?
A visual of mountains, streams, and lakes?
Is it a flower?
Those precious colored jewels, our breaths they take?
Is it the ocean waves spilling across the sand?
A sound so smooth and brings us sleep?
Does it come in the form of a sweet scent?
From flowers’ scents to baked pecan rolls, a taste we keep?
What form does it take?
Any form to you and me from Jesus hand for us to see.
The Rain by L. M. Montes
I lay aloft on feathers
in a house of wood in trees,
the rain, oh sleep persuader,
carry the mind afloat on seas,
to slumber as I lay buoyant,
relaxed among the breeze,
trickle patterns of pitter patter,
to dreams my eyes will see.
Life’s Choices by L. M. Montes
The pull of life reached out to me,
and taunted with its symmetry,
so many shapes and paths that call,
which one to do or none at all,
alas I chose and it was wrong,
so others harped with nasty song,
inside I shrank and bent to cringe,
the edges of my mind so singed,
but light it came and slayed the burn,
as from mistakes the brain it learned.
The Golden Plight by L. M. Montes
In my room so bold and bright,
on the wall with gold and light,
was a tree with leaves to pluck,
and waved this day to spin my luck,
but I said no, I’ll take a stance,
and find my way through time’s expanse.
Love so Rare by L. M. Montes
On rose petals there I sat,
afloat in nature’s scented grasp,
The sweet sensation so assailing,
a newness of life for me unveiling,
tacitness at times is golden,
essential nature on me beholden,
inspiration stabs life’s tides,
and serves to me eyes opened wide.
Sailing Breezes by L. M. Montes
Waves bob up down
toss turn as wind blows,
set sail swirl spin
a breeze blast of salt air.
Waving bobbing all around,
tossing turning dropping down,
sailing swirling spinning blowing,
from breezes blasting salt air about.
Elusive Scent by L. M. Montes
A scent so sweet swept o’er to me,
across the tides of breezes be,
I tried to grab and snatch it close,
but through my fingers it left and rose
up to the sky and blow away,
to come again another day.
Words Bitter Sweet Sound by L. M. Montes
Spattering words, a nothingness pushed forth,
rang in my ears and flew out the door,
all that’s left is the droning of sound,
from mouths speaking nothing
but words spewed aground.
You want me to listen,
so get your facts straight,
instead of pure nothing
filled with all hate.
God’s gentle nudging grew words from your lips,
and sang to my heart, then to my finger tips,
now life is filled with meaning profound,
from mouths sprinkling something
so rich with sweet sound.
You want me to listen,
you got your facts straight,
instead of pure nothing,
you weren’t filled with hate.
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