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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
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.
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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.
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.
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.