
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
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022
Such wonderful lines! I’m particularly taken with this thoughts ‘Fate will never be a bystander / Or a gnarled stepping stone’
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Than you kindly… What is meant to be will always be…
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I, too, am taken by the line “fate will never be a bystander.” Sometimes life simply happens, but it’s not always bad.
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Thank you, David….Fate will indeed simply be… As you said, life happens…
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So well written and beautiful. Love your writing style 😊
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Thank you kindly, Simone.
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Beautifully penned.
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Thanks so much, LaDonna.
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