Iridescent entwined beauty True magnetic force As a nautical ship steering Full boisterous course Era of brass turned to golden Blurred signs of olden Emerald leaves upon this earth Assent to your worth Woven fine thread so arduous Joyfully combust You were loved… From near and afar Ms Hedy Lamarr
Carnation flower full in bloom Vision of glory Eyes were doors to a labyrinth Of melancholy Versatility undenied Accolades aside Emerald leaves upon this earth Assent to your worth Flair never whispered to ponder Should there be wonder You were loved… From near and afar Ms Hedy Lamarr
Mighty tide viciously ebbing, Opaque world became. Demise of withered rose petals, Timeless endured name. Paramount innovator, Hold supreme structure. Emerald leaves upon this earth, Assent to your worth. Sheer fairness concurred with trailblaze. Amidst dusty haze, You were loved… From near and afar, Ms Hedy Lamarr.
Supernova supreme, You came and went. Minute was the moment, But the memory everlasting. Immortality surrounds your name, An unforgettable beauty. Woman, your star still shines, As bright as the morning sun. The warmest smile, Could dim any diamond glare. How you were loved, A flame so everlasting, Infinity will never be the same. The goal indeed conquered, An impression so deep. Woman, your star still shines, As bright as the morning sun. In an original fashion, That can only belong, To a rose like you.
There’s a misdemeanor in the moon… Trickery through swift howling wind, Equivalent to vast illusions, Of a descending waterfall. Tainted in ambiguity, Yet mystified amidst exquisite ambience. Dredging nomadic feelings, To roam in an extraordinary zeal, And converse with smoky mountainous peaks. Relaying thoughts that engrossed one’s mind, On the dynamics of this callous world. Fully aware to continuously dance, Like that of daring gypsies, Twirling at lightning speed, Unbeknownst of an encroaching tomorrow. Ample time some might say, To surely interweave and fuse, Among these phenomenal elements, Laden in flawed perfection.
A reawakening so refined,
Unblemished retreat deep in silence,
Mannerisms willfully suppress mayhem.
An outcry lingers to ride the cape,
Of an encroaching sunset,
Blanketed in prismatic gold sequence.
Sleep like a rare Morning Glory,
Abiding in discipline,
Delayed in eloquence.
Much is to be exhibited,
Pungent smell of revival,
No glacial falling star,
Among the shadowy night,
Can ever mask.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
Why does one thirst near the water well?
Or shed a tear near the salty sea?
Contemporary ounces of perplexity,
Yearning for what the dawn brings.
We've yet to catch a falling star,
Discover the precise end of a rainbow,
In all its chromatic glory,
While scouting for tomorrow's corner,
Threading light and subtle,
Catch and seize the present,
Thirst for the greater good,
Cry to heal one's soul.
Scripted chronicles await,
Interlaced with serendipitous moments,
Amidst destiny's hour.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
Oblivious to crashing waves, Sodden sand beckons. An enthralling call, Drawing me further away, From desiccated landscapes. Mountain tops in circular motion, Become miniature with each passing minute. Purplish hue radiates abundant beauty, Amidst its coy revelation. In a brief, expedient pause, My silhouette stood tall in grandeur, Like that of the Trojan Horse. Unparalleled in the moment, For my fight is finished. Refusing to replicate the ramblings, Of a buoyant militant, To a place intolerant of my being. A diminished colony, Where magnolias remain closed, Destined to wither away. Unbridled, adamant stride accelerates, Fate isn’t held hostage to a mirage, Coursing through a parched dessert. May the sand forever quench my feet, Synchronously embracing every footprint. As I welcome raucous waves, Connected are we, Thriving and free.
Slowly orbiting out of a mediocre mind Vigorous flowers remain in awe While the grass remain still Like dead simpletons The canvas is naked Bare and beige Not a moment too soon Before colored diffusion Makes its grand appearance Timing is of supreme importance Fate will never be a bystander Or a gnarled stepping stone Bedazzled are my feet Shimmering amongst a tepid sun Chilled filmy mist come to wave at me Mischievous wind in all its glory Yet still I ascend Not relying on a rapid curtain call Even after a spectacular performance Yet still I ascend
Belong to me As a precision cut gem Hounding instinct You are indeed not whole Perplex is your stare Strongest magnetism ‘ ‘Neath the corners of poised eyes Natural as morning mist Layering the highest of mountainous peak Submissive to your own joy Haste of evanesced drops Belong to me
Systemic in a paramount system
Alluring and perplexed
Leaves do not conform
In their whirlwind spiral
Ascending to an overcast sky
My every premeditated step
Bears no silhouette in the dark
Invisible remnants of shattered glass
But that boisterous noise
Warm welcome relief over
This speechless silence
Infiltrating dim somber perimeter
A forbidden space
Supremacy comes full circle
Repetition is imminent
As clustered dewdrops begin to fall
Staunch methodical madness
Only a few can master
(c) Monica St Hillaire.