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.

	


	



			
				


			
				


			

			
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.