LARGER THAN LIFE





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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

TENDER ELEMENTS

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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

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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.

EVOLUTION

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Lest I forget
Breaking free this pivotal morn
Marvel in metamorphosis
Doused in redemption
Remembered the dark night
Encroached in cascade fashion
My space in destiny now depleted
A weight so unendurable
My head elevated to the lull sky
The goal to feel less constricted
Even for a brief moment
Does a butterfly recall
Any remnants from its cocoon
An alluring apparition
From the faded chrysalis
Allow the sequence to conform
Like a string of priceless pearls
This world is ready
Dormancy has died
Life will indeed go on
Let my wings flutter and soar
Interlaced with a sunrise
Ardorned in brilliance
I am breaking free

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

ABSTRACT

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Erroneous...
Spasms like a wave at sunset
Gently uniting with the sandy shore
Serendipitous collision maybe...
A tender to the touch feel
But you are gone...
Crystalline illusion that is fading fast
No prismatic rainbow
That hoists the pot of gold
What am I to receive from a naive heart?
Turmoil grasping for navigation
You are gone...
Time will indeed wane
Hills and valleys await to greet me
For I radiate warmth
Monarchs shall flutter their wings merrily
But for now no whistling from the wind
You are gone...

(c) Monica St Hillaire.