LEGEND

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Intermittently,
The dead of night,
Beckons the call,
Of drowning silence,
That inevitably infiltrates,
The zealous mind…
Laying in bed,
Passive median to,
Dream and reality,
Gently gliding in,
Steadfast trance.
A defining moment,
Luminosity in my Eureka,
Embedded in the epiphany,
Enraptures inside my head.
I oppose the astral night,
And gloomy day…
Metaphors magically fall.
But there is a chronological,
Method to my madness,
A song for my sorrows,
And praises for the beauty,
That intrigues the soul.
In these 2 am predicaments,
I will pause for the motion.
The corner stones I see.
I will build my foundation,
Long live poetry..

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

2 thoughts on “LEGEND

  1. You’ve managed to insert a remarkable amount of imagery in such short lines. There is a sort of night-sky surrealism to this that is enticing, dark, and certainly relatable for those who play with language in the depths of their minds. Lovely work, thank you for writing it.

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