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STARLIGHT

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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.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

FORTHWITH

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My truth is now
No glimmer or shimmer
From unbeckoned horizon
In this tangible Verizon
Spiraled leaves fall at my feet
This face shall greet
Crystalline raindrops as morning dew
Tomorrow makes no exclusive vow
Standing among this infinite valley
My truth is here and now

My truth is now
No descent or crescent
View of departing sunbeam
In this predominant mainstream
Robin chirps a sound so sweet
This face shall greet
Exquisite sky of deep vivid blue
Tomorrow makes no exclusive vow
Amidst gnarled road and luminous alley
My truth is here and now

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2024.

OUTSIDER

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I am but a castaway.
Though encompassed by a myriad of authentic voices,
Vessels of infinite souls,
Corners of this world inundated and inhabited heavily.
Yet I spiral in its dead center,
Where not even a radiant sky exist,
One I can ascend to.
Silence an immeasurable wrath faced,
Whichever way the compass turns.
Flowers are by no means a comforter,
For they wither before the swift dawn.
Burnt embers; one and only colour in a pale grey perimeter.
Blinking is at a slow tormenting pace.
An exhale can undeniably linger.
Continuously grasping at my shadow,
In hopes I witness its structured face,
Whilst manoeuvring through this veiled mystery,
Of how I was coerced to reside here.
Until then…
I am but a castaway.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2024.

GARNET

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Isn’t she a vision?
Jewelled glimmer to astonished eyes.
This farce of a gloomy night,
Dare not do her any justice.
Broad resplendence vanqishes,
Continuous brilliance in every way.
Astral stars above endorse her smile.
Gentle wind wisps her auburn tresses,
In such a parallel radiance,
Forming a striking makeshift tapestry.
Adorned in nature’s wonder,
Morning has no other choice,
But to genuinely linger.
In its mystified pause,
Pisces of the bewildered puzzle,
May not fit in rapid speed.
In the midst of the acute climax,
In this momentous awe,
Formidable ambience,
As the hourglass ceases,
One must sincerely confess…
Isn’t she an exquisite vision?

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2024.

SHERO

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She is able
Of unadulterated love
Natural and enduring
Infinite and ceaseless
A love that’s wide awake
Even while this world sleeps…

She is able
Of innovative strength
Vigor and fortitude
Robust and sturdy
A strength that exists and emits
Far beyond her physical stature…

She is able
Of immeasurable empathy
Compassion and pity
Attentive and selfless
An empathy overflowing in repetition
Ample and ready for any battle…

She is woman
Life grows within her
Hope resides around her
Even on her gloom mornings
Her melancholy nights
Unbeknownst how she hides
Streaming tears…
Never will she try to fail
Never will she fail to try
Paramount setting in her veins
Armour shined and buffed
Pessimistic premonition must die
Amidst her darkest days
Even while this world sleeps
She is able…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2024.

IN PIECES

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Plethora of emotions.

An overwhelming hollow,

Squeals a ghastly sound.  

Weakened heart reluctantly succumbs.

This minute of a moment,

Mirage of a memory,

Abruptly came crashing down.

A spiral of murky water,

Slapped across my weary face.

The day was always there to conquer,

But sense of life was not mine to make.

So I sit knowing… While growing,

Time will not pass expeditiously,

Unless I fight back!

Fight for serenity,

Fight for tenderness, 

Fight to trodd on without any regret.

Even on my daunt days,

I am the heroine in this fairytale.

The distance bears a turbid front,

Cold and gnarled.

To trek each and every corner,

Is the ultimate goal. 

Roam above the parched soil,

Stroll beneath the celestial sphere,

Until I find warmth…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2024.

PERISH THE THOUGHT

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Grasping on to an elegant sunset,
Dare I touch its last vague ray?
Beauty can disappear in an instant.
Effaced and erased,
Until there is nothing more,
Than a mere shadow.
To live in the present,
To exist in the Now,
Delivers indeed bated breath.
But emanating signs of hope,
Of a wondrous and continued dawn,
Light in an invigorated splendor.
Always marvel in the scenery,
Embrace it even in its full throttle.
Let your heart not skip a single beat,
Hold on dearly to your NOW.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2024.

EXHALE

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Candid whispers
But who is to hear my silent rant
To watch me overflow
Without any type of utterance
They would see my unmistakable sorrow
Sense my persistent anguish
Eyes declare truthfulness
Amidst all darkest of days
Mountain top awaits not one echo
Wind dare not suppress a downtrodden voice
As the soul illuminates
Full jubilation ignites
Honest eyes speak the whole truth
Candid whispers
Let the fairytale begin

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2023.