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.

FORWARD MOTION

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Grasping on to the wings of a dove.
The living symbol of boundless peace,
Infinite tranquility and serene ambience.
We soar above the placid shoreline,
Alongside the gentlest of breeze.
I slowly scale and gravitate ,
A light and limitless feeling,
As I leave my burdens behind.
They turn miniscule by each fleeting moment,
Under the spotless blue sky.
Harmonious melody near the impending trail,
Awaiting to greet and welcome.
Near the doorstep of Utopia,
My clench is even tighter than before.
Splendiferous in a flawless view,
Time is of no significance.
Incessantly and constantly drifting,
In our aerial bondage.
How can I turn back now?
Sheer brilliance unmatched,
With any forgone instance of my being.
In this muted silence and subdued lull,
Clarity is immeasurable beyond words,
I discover the lyrics to my song.
Grasping on to the wings of a dove.
In all humble honesty,
I won't detach anytime soon...

Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

STILL PENDING

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There is peace awaiting purpose,
Calmness coursing through your stride.
A pensive and predestined journey,
Reflective expedition designated, 
Originally for you.
Motivation takes over
You shudder to think of,
Arriving at the finish line.
Spasms churn your inner being,
Utopia seems so blurry and vague.
Do comprehend that,
You must relish this transitory median.
Dance like the nonchalant gypsy,
Numb to torrential rain. 
Savour the jovial waves,
Crashing alongside your dampened feet.
Or bask in instantaneous glory,
Of witnessing the first star,
From the deepening twilight.
Hold on to your serenity.
May it grip you,
As the mighty talon of an eagle,
Whilst you are precisely woven,
Into the fabric of fate.

Monica St Hillaire, 2021

IN RETROSPECT

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Memoirs from my memories,
Verses in my head.
My life in a globular orbit,
With every scene a highlighted pause.
A graceful sigh uttered,
Materialized moments coursing within,
To a blissful epiphany,
In a vivid aura belonging to only me.
Trajectory I follow in substantial movement.
Midnight walk along the shore,
Stroll near a myriad of sunflowers,
Encroaching twilight near immense pine trees.
Depicted with such definiteness,
Motion to my poetry,
Pillar to my every stanza.
This world reeling in the palm of my hands,
Combined with a limitless sky,
Simply waiting for me.
Memoirs from my memories,
In an unprecedented life,
Live in these eccentric moments,
Immortalized in whimsical wording.

(c) Monica St Hillaire,2021.

	

IDEAL SETTING

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Sapphire saturated streets,
Exquisitely landscaped,
For your elegant traipse.
I'll savour your every stride,
Digest the moment,
Inhale the memory...
In the sun kissed valley,
Vault of heaven,
Embraces your song and dance.
Whilst your lustrous tresses,
Spiral rhythmically,
To the gentlest wind.
Repetition entwined,
With the iridescent sunbeam.
Bed of Gardenias,
Welcome your effortless glow.
Bedecked in satin laced fabric,
That delicately clings,
To every contour of,
Your flawless frame.
The sunflowers bow,
And a white dove ascends,
I stand in awe,
Till the sky bears an azure shade.
Complimentary in my corner,
This love weaves ,
Not an ounce of jealousy.
You are poetry in motion,
To this universe I profess,
From any length or angle,
Precisely what I see.


(c)  Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

CRUMBLED EMPIRE

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You left her by the wayside,
Dazed and disoriented.
Bewildered eyes of a foal,
Spawned upon her face.
Eliminated and  eradicated,
With the passage of,
An unsettled wind...
Though passive and poignant,
Was her evident pain,
Explosion of her world,
Detonated inside her head.
You left her near a lifeless tree,
Where a perched raven,
Gazed momentarily,
Then flew away.
Just like misery,
Jeopardy loves company.
Nowhere and no one,
To turn to except for the,
Rising of the morning sun.
With her back toward,
Your menacing grin,
In a virtuous leap of faith,
She will make that first step.
As the vivid sunshine rays,
Guides her newfound quest.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

ABANDONED

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I'll cry beneath the crescent moon,
Till my tears are no more.
My heart boasts a similar shape,
A crumbling concave,
But absent is the blinding glow.
Lull and dullness hover,
The remnants inside of me.
What courage can I muster?
I am no longer whole.
Even the stars weep for me,
Dreary Flashes,
Encompass the dismal sky.
Ominous wind blows,
Message is somewhat clear.
Broken is the heart,
Yet eternally the light lives on.
Engrossed thoughts pervade,
A weakened soldier retreats,
I kneel and I quiver,
I am no longer whole.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

THEATRICAL

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Astral night,
Dismisses the pale twilight,
Its rightful place seized,
In an empyrean sky.
A saturated shade,
Befriending the tranquility,
The darkness brings.
Bold and brazen,
Like a reigning monarch,
Until the contrast, 
Of the jovial dawn,
Infiltrates...
And until then,
Profound dominion,
Upon the ravishing dark.
Dusky yet enchanting,
Beneath trinket stars,
Brilliance and aura,
Unmatched.   



(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.