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THAT WISE BIRD

PHOTO BY PEXELS

A hollow in my heart.

Dungeon borders my soul,

Heavily guarded by an army of woes.

Dejection tramples on my spirit,

Kindred connections disbarred.

There is murkiness in the distance,

The road marred with desolation.

Oh this deafening silence!

Pungent taste of reality;

A realm I now dwell in.

Compression infests my movement,

But I persevere.

Stare without blinking,

Yawn without sleeping…

This pain is heavy.

Yet the notion to proceed persists within.

Song of the Sparrow,

In the touching distance.

Whistle of serenity; a sound of hope.

In an instant, my despondency effaced,

Like a mid evening fog.

I exhaled, with such precision.

The soldiers retreated and left for home,

Just as I was going home…

Never will I look back.

Should the pathway behind crumble,

Like an ill-fated stack of dominoes,

I will not see.

With the winds of change blowing at my side,

A singing Sparrow to symbolically guide.

Forward motion is now my stride…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

TENDER ELEMENTS

PHOTO BY PIXABAY

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

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

BORDERLINE

PHOTO BY PIXABAY
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.

UP AND AWAY

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Palpitations of a weary heart
A partial eclipse…
Gradually holding on to existence
Meandering towards the hilltop
No laughter from the merry men
As blurred mist encroaches
Faith a minute grain
But the soil is not barren
The ground not parched
Like a nomadic gypsy
Barefoot and brazen
Gravitate…
Dance amidst the wispy air
Melancholy will die a slow death
Bury it by the wayside
This ground is not parched
Leaves boldly glimmer
Though sometimes
Replenished by teardrops
Dance gypsy dance
The heart will endure…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

BY THE WAYSIDE

PHOTO BY PIXABAY




Moonlight mystique,
Traverses the air.
The mocking bird is my friend.
His song comforts my silence,
Empathy is not far away…
As stars take their rightful place,
In an extensive sky.
Predestination seals its beauty,
Alluring in their prime.
Darkness won’t ever crumble,
To the lull of a forthcoming dawn.
Sing mocking bird sing,
Lyrics need not triumph…
Endurance I can muster,
Hold my rightful place,
As median to what is drawing near,
And what is left behind…

(c) Monica St Hillaire.

BY THE WAYSIDE

PHOTO BY PIXABAY




Moonlight mystique,
Traverses the air.
The mocking bird is my friend.
His song comforts my silence,
Empathy is not far away…
As stars take their rightful place,
In an extensive sky.
Predestination seals its beauty,
Alluring in their prime.
Darkness won’t ever crumble,
To the lull of a forthcoming dawn.
Sing mocking bird sing,
Lyrics need not triumph…
Endurance I can muster,
Hold my rightful place,
As median to what is drawing near,
And what is left behind…

(c) Monica St Hillaire.

WRITTEN IN STONE

PHOTO BY PIXABAY
Write my name in this moistened sand
White lilies are fading
Simultaneously with the utterance
Of words abound in solemnity
Carve our dates between the gnarled oak tree
Robins flew away a minute too soon
But I kept each and every memory
Savored that happy space
Sketch my face in the corners of your mind
Whilst we reign in existence
Appoint me your hero
Battle any encroaching dark force
Armored and aligned we must be
Trotting through this portal of destiny
Me for you and you for me
Signed and sealed marvelling in eternity

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

END OF CHAPTER

PICTURE BY PIXABAY
Spiraling but in full control
Momentum a shadow length away
A spherical supernova
Adamant in ascension
Staunchly fixated on
Matching energies and
Correspondent aura with
That of a burning sun
How golden will I become
A colossal silhouette
In a monumental sky
Brilliant light that is bearable
Its peerless glare
Culminates after a tumultuous wind
Inner being shattered
Like that of broken glass
A tale to tell
Just before casting them away
To a perplexed sea...

(c) Monica St Hillaire.