HAIKU

SILENT SHOW

PHOTO BY NORALI EMILIO UNSPLASH

On a crowded street,

Theatrical mime gestures –

Money tossed in box.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019

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GENTLE WOMAN

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

She danced in the moonlight,
Hoping daylight never came.
Transition in effect;
The wounds remain the same.
Though in its vivid light,
She suppressed cutting wounds.
Sadness erased from thoughts,
Battled shame with her might.
Abyss is not her home,
Cannot fall forever.
Life is her mystery -
A maze she'd rather roam.
Glaring light fill this place!
Dawn will surely efface...
She danced in the moonlight,
Hoping daylight never came.



(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019



POEM

TONES OF LOVE

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Pexels.com

If love was a color,

What would it be?

Flashing crimson red?

Or faint ivory?

Like a glowing moodring,

This shade would beam;

Out of the thousands,

One would reign supreme.

Surely seen by many,

Symbol and sign;

Knows no boundaries,

Peaceful yet divine.

Love is universal,

Hues must display;

A tinted maypole,

Orderly array.

So, if love were colors,

You all must know;

With feelings and tones,

Evidently an…

Effervescent rainbow!

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019