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Sanctuary

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What or where is your sanctuary? Is it one place or many? For me I have multiple places. One of those places is my bedroom. We have pets, so the door to this room is always closed. I can walk in there at the end of the day, it’s quiet, and the breeze from the open window is fresh and relaxing. My mind can truly unwind.

Another sanctuary for me is the coast. I live on the west coast of the United States, well an hour and a half from the coast, so when I am able to get to the beach, it’s a real treat. The sound of the waves and the ocean itself is mesmerizing. Yes, there are actually two sounds the ocean makes. One is the roar of the ocean itself, and the other is the sound of the waves crashing, splashing, or trickling into shore. The imagination is let loose in this environment to run wild.

Wide open spaces are sanctuaries for me as well, but I’m not able to experience them often unless I go on a long road trip. It’s been a very long time since I’ve done that (usually I fly), so right now I have to resort to imagining a wide open space in my mind and using them/it in my stories.

So…..what is your sanctuary?

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Posted in Poetry

The Troubles by L. M. Montes

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Before me rolled the ocean
in to shore then ran away,
tis like a problem,
washing over,
then gone to bug another day.

There stood on wooden steps
my thoughts aloft and set adrift,
a noise behind me niggled,
with crescendo starting in
to send me to an early crypt.

But I moved past in safety’s arms,
ignoring evil’s threats,
the noise rolled in,
then ran away,
for me it did not get.

Posted in Fiction

Waves of Time

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Waves–

Keep coming–

So we have to change with the waves of time,

As the waves approach, we have to react.

Posted in Setting

Where Do You Write

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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.

Posted in Poetry

Sound within a Sound by L. M. Montes

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Over the roar of the ocean
waves whisper,
over the screeching wind
gales speak,
over the clapping of leaves
birds sing.

Posted in Poetry

Oceanic Symphony by L. M. Montes

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In the roar of the ocean
the waves whisper–
breezes tickle–
feathering their way
over waters so vast,
conducting a symphony
so loud yet so fair.

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Posted in Poetry

Love Beseeches by L. M. Montes

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A sea of indifference bobbed
upon waves of unknowing
where life would lead,
currents snatched with need
and hunger overflowing
’til life from all were robbed.

From depths goodness reaches
smoothing waves of worry
when life grows weary,
hands above guide clearly
without swells or hurry
but with love beseeches.

Posted in Poetry

Nature’s Haiku by L. M. Montes

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A lone flower wilts,
Sun shifts beams smiling upon
its petals giving life.

Rain pelts earthly growth,
too much washes life away,
leaves mud it its wake.

Bright skies lift spirits,
breezes sing sweet songs of joy,
now warmth reigns anew.

Woosh of waves soften
sleepy sand as it hastens
building dunes upright.

Dreamy pink hazy
lands of slumber kiss eyelids
closed as night reclines.

Posted in Poetry

Villanelle III by L. M. Montes

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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.

Posted in Poetry

Nature Speaks by L. M. Montes

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Bells chime from afar,
the melody floats,
sitting upon clouds
embarking on a
journey, waving as
they saunter by me.

A cricket plays its
violin so sweet
as sun’s beams sink low,
waving goodbye until
tomorrow, yawning
as Mr. Moon glows.

Seagulls bob and weave,
waves stretch smooth fingers
along wet sand to kiss
my toes in loving
kindness, linger
for a bit then go.