NO SUNSHINE, NO UNICORNS…

Monica St Hillaire poetry June 18, 2020 1 Minute

At the edge of a cliff,
I stand tall and still.
Would you love me,
Of your will?

Blue sky has turned to grey,
White doves numb from sleep.
Would you walk by,
Watch me weep?

I am clothed in deep hurt,
Thorns grow at my side.
Would you stay or,
Run and hide?

Scout the board of real life,
Like a game of chess.
Queen! Come shield me,
From this mess.

Don't leave me at this edge,
I stand tall and still.
Love me the same,
With free will...

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

Published by Monica St Hillaire

I LOVE WRITING. ESPECIALLY POEMS FOR KIDS. PRACTICING MY HAIKU THAT I ALSO LOVE.BOTH TRADITIONAL AND NON TRADITIONAL.I INTEND TO SHARE MY PASSION ON THIS BLOG. I HOPE TO MAKE ALL ENTERTAINING AS MUCH AS I CAN. JOIN ME IN MY JOURNEY..... View all posts by Monica St Hillaire

Published June 18, 2020

5 thoughts on “NO SUNSHINE, NO UNICORNS…”

Shanyu says:

June 18, 2020 at 10:24 pm

Interesting! Lovingly simplistic

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1. Monica St Hillaire says:
  
  June 18, 2020 at 10:32 pm
  
  A complex situation… Written in simple form… Thank you for reading 😊
  
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  1. Shanyu says:
    
    June 18, 2020 at 10:45 pm
    
    Yes. Truly. My pleasure 🤗
    
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Ellias Jafari says:

July 11, 2020 at 7:16 am

Every single rose has it’s thorn huh. And every rose survives years and seasons to bloom. I, equally, enjoy reading your short poems as I do your Haiku. Following with keen interest…

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1. Monica St Hillaire says:
  
  July 11, 2020 at 8:42 am
  
  You are so right… thanks for the read.
  
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