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
My faith blindfolded, Credence camouflaged, From this ardent love, And fiery passion, I have deep down for you. Walking the tightrope, To a blissful Utopia, I leave dubious speculation, Behind my shoulders. Like a withered flower, On a porous rock. Spirited procreation awaits, Spawn of a fervid twin flame. Underneath satin clouds, Among resplendent trees, Where sunsets are a myth. Love will flourish, As the eternal blaze, Continuously burns. The tightrope I shall walk, In my ebony aura, Guided by this, Immovable seedling, Fixated inside of me.
My work has been selected for the
upcoming Anthology,
The Sound Of Brilliance,
scheduled for publication in a
few months.
I am honored beyond measure
and feel truly appreciated,
on being part of the whole,
that is the SHORT OF IT
family. Thank you,
Susi Bocks for this
tremendous opportunity.
You are my diamond honey...
My perfectly imperfect gem.
The radiation you give,
Transcends within me,
To a point of no return.
Oblivious, like a lamb,
That has strayed from the fold.
Amidst the rough and rubble,
Among the condemned,
The unforsaken...
I would discover this most,
Precious and astounding jewel.
Profuse in flaws and perfection.
Bittersweet -
The taste in life you offer.
A balance and weight I endure,
With sheer amazement.
The hand you hold,
This very moment,
Is forever here to stay.
As soon as the dawn breaks,
Let's be the paradigm,
Of this new day.
Quintessential diamond,
You are to me, honey...
And I couldn't love you more.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
She was golden Long before the rising sun One treasure chest You never want sunken Epiphany The pieces fit perfectly Her bosom A cradle to the innocent Your burdens Weightless To her ever caring heart In full bloom Flower for every season It’s quite okay Hand her the rocks Undoubtedly She will find the diamonds
The keepsakes are our memories,
We made upon this earth.
Daisies in your hair,
Thrown pebbles in a pond.
Summer nights we rain danced,
Until the break of dawn.
If I had a dime for all the times,
I made you smile.
Then again,
It could never make me wealthy,
As the gems I hold deep down inside.
Heavy is the heart,
But light were the moments...
And boy did we float!
Every now and then,
I look up to the sky.
And I smile,
Even if just for a while.
Bliss blankets my being...
And I Smile.
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
