A newness sparks a sensory influx
from the winds of change
sailing in my direction
with scents of wisdom
and feelings of joy encompassing,
ever enveloping around my eyes,
songs, tinkling melodies, fill my ears,
and tasting the freedom of God’s love.
Tag: poems
Muddied Knowledge by L. M. Montes
Muddied knowledge of things to be
invades the psyche of you and me,
an understanding we uphold,
but is it truth, or ramblings so bold.
It’s said that ignorance is bliss
but then our growth to new is missed,
stagnate we will stay,
and learn the truth another day.
Days Past by L. M. Montes
A day is but a speck
one holds and blows away
with one breath
then on to another, come what may.
The past is but a shadow
following all with lingering breath
and hard to catch
to try and change, what is next?
Weeds of Life: a Sonnet by L. M. Montes
A daydream takes the mind upon a flight
of visions dancing ‘cross the brain of sight,
imagine if you can a tale of weeds
clawed and deep within the flowers of seed,
choking out such beauty to die and bend
never to grow up but meet its end,
but fingers claw and pull out from the muck
life’s problems sewing in and now are stuck,
yank once then twice and thrown aside and out
of God’s garden that man has strewn about,
at last sun’s rays uplift His color wheel
of blooms with sweetest scents that touch and heal
our body, mind, and soul from evil’s clutches,
blessing all who bow, and Jesus touches.
Wilderness by L. M. Montes
In the vast array of wild I shrank
with no one else about,
am I the only one on earth
or separate, taken out.
Foliage crunched as footsteps sank
in leaves of dry dead beds,
where is water for me to drink,
a pounding slams my head.
A distant creek spoke in bubbles
leading my ear to treat my tongue,
dragging feet and limbs in slump
I flopped in waters that sung.
Life’s Tides by L. M. Montes
Life’s tides sneak unseen
as meditations meld my mind,
passive, I remain,
a wind’s breeze feathers a scent
of sweet roses, walking by,
yet passive to the tides
of life as they wave good bye.
Goodness by L. M. Montes
Issues spatter all around,
leaving a mind struck, not sound,
tis a guide to dullness feed,
for goodness one does want and need,
hoe the dirt and human weeds
and find the sprouts of mustard seeds
lifting tall and growing delight,
a faith in all that’s good and bright.
Tuned Out by L. M. Montes
Talk is words,
nothingness pushed forth,
ears hear sound,
but words not profound.
A rain so dull,
no growth it brings
from what you are saying
as I sit and start praying.
Joy I could feel,
if all remained quiet,
but droning of sound
continued as underground.
A hand pushed up,
your words to stop,
and silence ensued
as your words ran askew.
Campfire by L. M. Montes
Pine needles gather as pines tend to scatter
when dry invades the dew,
on trails I saunter,
over and yonder,
to a campfire and a lingering you.
As an ebony sky flicks on its lights,
and fires die then smoke,
your hand touches gentle
the side of my temple,
when I lay my head just right.
The Dancing Butterfly by L. M. Montes
Wisk, swish, soar, swoon,
on pockets of air it flips,
up, down, back, forth,
‘fore shadows tap the moon.
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