mountains – WRITE TIME AND AGAIN

Where Do You Write

Posted on September 3, 2024 by L. M. Montes

Finding the best place to write is up to you. There’s no right or wrong setting. Whether you are writing an essay, poetry, short story, novel, or journal entry doesn’t matter.

Sitting on the beach, looking out at the sunset, and hearing the waves hover over the sand as they reach forward, will open your creative mind.

Imagine sitting and looking out at the mountains pictured above. Such a rich environment filled with so many possibilities abound.

Now this photo could go either way. Perhaps something romantic is brewing. On the other hand, maybe there is sinister intent going on.

Whichever setting you are in writing, take in your environment, work with it, and mold it to suit your creative juices.

Prompts

Where I Live

Posted on August 20, 2023 by L. M. Montes

What do you love about where you live?

The mountains and the fact that there’s a little of everything here. Mountains, ocean beaches, and farmland; there’s so much beauty. (Oregon, USA)

Poetry

Sprinkles of Peace by L. M. Montes

Posted on July 19, 2023July 18, 2023 by L. M. Montes

A beach swathed in varied light as time moves on–
mountains dressing themselves in snow with honored presence–
melodious music sprinkling peace from beaks of birds–
leaves on trees waving as wind rushes by–
a kiss caressing a cheek–
a hand holding the gentle and meek–
passion’s emotive gaze from eye to eye.

Poetry

Time with You by L. M. Montes

Posted on March 9, 2023 by L. M. Montes

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.

Poetry

Beauty by L. M. Montes

Posted on August 30, 2022August 30, 2022 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.