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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.

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.

A MINUTE IN TIME

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Tears of joy from Uranus
Descend upon the earth today
An alignment so divine
Two hearts destined to be together 
Fate shall reveal its face
Beneath the pale blue sky
A swan gracefully glides
Leaving behind sequential ripples
Perfection in this flawed world
Gifted to be a witness of
A warm moment of bliss
Oblique is the gaze
Color of beauty in a prismatic form
All that's left to do is sigh
If what is to transpire
Is better than this present time
Bated breath will be impossible to subdue
The soul already hungers
May the glimmer of the sun forever stand still
The fairytale begins now


(c) Monica St Hillaire. 2021.

WHITE LULL

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Today doves shall see my face
Lilies greet me at an impending dawn
The tranquil path leading to the hilltop
Echoes a slow yet tender ballad
Evanescent are the descending dewdrops
But the golden sunlight filters a warm smile
A paradigm of peace in sheer prowess
The very kind that conceives and remains
In the confined areas of one's mind
I sometimes feel unworthy
Such an overflowing feeling
I just close my eyes and breathe
Doves shall see my face today
We glimmer and synchronize
In such a virtuous light
Not certain of its entire reign
But without a shadow of a doubt
I am positive it is my moment
To assuredly keep

(c) Monica St Hillaire

MAJESTIC

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Iridescent sparkle of dewdrops,
Descended rhythmically,
As though it was synchronized,
With the awakening of dawn.
Phenomenal one might say,
Symmetrical even,
Before my very eyes...
As I rapidly exhale,
Warmth blankets itself within me.
Serendipity thrives,
True love is eternal.
In its glory I bask,
Newfound and untouched,
Just like the impending morn.
Phenomenal one might say,
But sufficient is the silence,
To cease this superb moment.
In a glimmer so vague,
My chariot awaits...

(c) Monica St Hillaire 2021.

TRUCE

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Reflection of myself,
Clarion waters oscillate,
Seizing a moment of,
Illuminating sunlight.
Peace combines with serenity,
As bliss intricately descends,
Utopia materialized,
Before my very eyes.
So much clarity within the water,
Floating leaves motion toward me.
Tear drops begin to fall,
I've never had this surreal moment,
Nor will it happen again,.
In this Flawless sequence.
So to seize this setting,
Hold it prisoner,
In my time capsule.
Meticulously memorizing,
Each picturesque scene.
Sunbeam compliments my tresses,
Sparkle my eyes in unison,
With its forceful strike.
Standing motionless,
As leaves draw near.
Paradise exists indeed,
If we take a minute to rally,
Around these serendipitous seconds,
Encryption we may just eradicate,
From life's mystery.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

TWO STEPS BACK

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The locket broke today...
Abrupt fall caused its untimely demise.
The timing is uncanny,
For you have now left my life,
A bond sworn never to be broken.
Standing along this pathway of cobblestone,
I see a resemblance to my heart.
It just has to be the same,
Crushed and uneven inside of me.
The flowers are all wilted,
I shun from the evening sunsets.
Shudder to think at times,
What these feelings can spiral into.
If this is forever and day,
Like your previous solemn vow,
Then I am forever trapped in a Pandora's box.
Screaming at the top of my voice,
Which is to no avail.
What corner of this earth am I to turn to?
Wished that locket did not break today,
Firm in my belief it was the one keepsake,
That harboured wondrous moments.
The one keepsake...
That brought genuine solace,
In its bittersweet mystique,
The time swiftly rolled on by,
I was one hour closer,
To being reborn...

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

THE LOCKED DOOR

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Rejection...
Intricate pathway of redirection.
With fastidious precision,
Navigating to your momentous destination.
In this candid declaration,
Heed this crucial assertion.
Delve into this submission.
In rigid locomotion,
Cast away all procrastination.
Assume the position,
Move forward in vast progression.
In this exact acceleration,
Amidst a brilliant scintillation,
Limpid is the horizon.
Rejection...
A maneuvered miscalculation,
One way maze extension,
Toward fate's intention.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.