BEAUTIFUL DISASTER

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There’s a misdemeanor in the moon…
Trickery through swift howling wind,
Equivalent to vast illusions,
Of a descending waterfall.
Tainted in ambiguity,
Yet mystified amidst exquisite ambience.
Dredging nomadic feelings,
To roam in an extraordinary zeal,
And converse with smoky mountainous peaks.
Relaying thoughts that engrossed one’s mind,
On the dynamics of this callous world.
Fully aware to continuously dance,
Like that of daring gypsies,
Twirling at lightning speed,
Unbeknownst of an encroaching tomorrow.
Ample time some might say,
To surely interweave and fuse,
Among these phenomenal elements,
Laden in flawed perfection.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

UNSHACKLED

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A reawakening so refined,
Unblemished retreat deep in silence,
Mannerisms willfully suppress mayhem.
An outcry lingers to ride the cape,
Of an encroaching sunset,
Blanketed in prismatic gold sequence.
Sleep like a rare Morning Glory,
Abiding in discipline,
Delayed in eloquence.
Much is to be exhibited,
Pungent smell of revival,
No glacial falling star, 
Among the shadowy night,
Can ever mask.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

HALFWAY THERE

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Why does one thirst near the water well?
Or shed a tear near the salty sea?
Contemporary ounces of perplexity,
Yearning for what the dawn brings.
We've yet to catch a falling star,
Discover the precise end of a rainbow,
In all its chromatic glory,
While scouting for tomorrow's corner,
Threading light and subtle,
Catch and seize the present,
Thirst for the greater good,
Cry to heal one's soul.
Scripted chronicles await,
Interlaced with serendipitous moments,
Amidst destiny's  hour.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

PROOF OF LIFE

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Oblivious to crashing waves,
Sodden sand beckons.
An enthralling call,
Drawing me further away,
From desiccated landscapes.
Mountain tops in circular motion,
Become miniature with each passing minute.
Purplish hue radiates abundant beauty,
Amidst its coy revelation.
In a brief, expedient pause,
My silhouette stood tall in grandeur,
Like that of the Trojan Horse.
Unparalleled in the moment,
For my fight is finished.
Refusing to replicate the ramblings,
Of a buoyant militant,
To a place intolerant of my being.
A diminished colony,
Where magnolias remain closed,
Destined to wither away.
Unbridled, adamant stride accelerates,
Fate isn’t held hostage to a mirage,
Coursing through a parched dessert.
May the sand forever quench my feet,
Synchronously embracing every footprint.
As I welcome raucous waves,
Connected are we,
Thriving and free.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

STARLIGHT

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Iridescent entwined beauty
True magnetic force
As a nautical ship steering
Full boisterous course
Era of brass turned to golden
Blurred signs of olden
Emerald leaves upon this earth
Assent to your worth
Woven fine thread so arduous
Joyfully combust
You were loved…
From near and afar
Ms Hedy Lamarr

Carnation flower full in bloom
Vision of glory
Eyes were doors to a labyrinth
Of melancholy
Versatility undenied
Accolades aside
Emerald leaves upon this earth
Assent to your worth
Flair never whispered to ponder
Should there be wonder
You were loved…
From near and afar
Ms Hedy Lamarr

Mighty tide viciously ebbing,
Opaque world became.
Demise of withered rose petals,
Timeless endured name.
Paramount innovator,
Hold supreme structure.
Emerald leaves upon this earth,
Assent to your worth.
Sheer fairness concurred with trailblaze.
Amidst dusty haze,
You were loved…
From near and afar,
Ms Hedy Lamarr.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

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.