
cardigan teeters
white chrysanthemum plummets
cheekbone clamminess
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
cardigan teeters
white chrysanthemum plummets
cheekbone clamminess
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
Tears of joy from Uranus Descend upon the earth today An alignment so divine Two hearts destined to be together Fate shall reveal its face Beneath the pale blue sky A swan gracefully glides Leaving behind sequential ripples Perfection in this flawed world Gifted to be a witness of A warm moment of bliss Oblique is the gaze Color of beauty in a prismatic form All that's left to do is sigh If what is to transpire Is better than this present time Bated breath will be impossible to subdue The soul already hungers May the glimmer of the sun forever stand still The fairytale begins now (c) Monica St Hillaire. 2021.
Iridescent sparkle of dewdrops, Descended rhythmically, As though it was synchronized, With the awakening of dawn. Phenomenal one might say, Symmetrical even, Before my very eyes... As I rapidly exhale, Warmth blankets itself within me. Serendipity thrives, True love is eternal. In its glory I bask, Newfound and untouched, Just like the impending morn. Phenomenal one might say, But sufficient is the silence, To cease this superb moment. In a glimmer so vague, My chariot awaits... (c) Monica St Hillaire 2021.
I am a wordsmith,
Versatility overrun,
The corners of my mind.
Prolific and exuberant,
Permit my narration,
Witness these fruits fall.
Like a methodical chronicle,
Or cosmic carousel,
May every chord resonate.
Bearer of warmth,
And solace to the downtrodden,
The shining catalyst,
To the beloved and betrothed.
An angelic advocate,
The estranged scouts,
This earth to find.
Cryptic messages,
Stern intellectual maze,
A sapiosexual’s delight.
These words shall twirl,
Like rose petals in spring,
Dandelion seeds ,
Rotating in the blustery wind,
Over and over again,
Whilst the vast fruits fall…
Join me in my journey.
I am a wordsmith.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
Meet me near the melting sun,
To watch the brilliance of tinted clouds,
Cease to exist.
Here our love will blossom,
It has been concealed too long.
You are the lily in my life,
I want this world to know.
We’ll keep our eyes fixated,
On the mountain top,
Till the last glimmer fades…
Eloquent words I solemnly utter,
Professing this undying,
Love for you.
Daylight will wane,
As the silhouette of the night,
Encircle us both.
I delicately draw you near,
Moments before our love,
This unwavering supernova,
Illuminates the shadowy darkness,
Replenishing the twinkling sky.
The descending sun,
Is where we shall meet.
As the day retreats for sleep,
Awaken is our newfound love.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
Cupid flew over my house last night, That winged silhouette was you... Your playful chuckle echoed in, The dead of night. Arrows harmonized, Like a golden wind chime. My rattling window was no match, For that glorious sound. Discreet you were not, Overflown with passionate thoughts. Perspiration trickles, 'Neath the glacial stars. I crave a touch that is tender... Stumbled upon, A whirlwind of emotions, A slave at their beckon call. You mischievous maker! It just had to be you. Who else owns a potent, So strong? Who? πππ (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
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
Itβs quite okay
Hand her the rocks
Undoubtedly
She will find the diamonds
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
Happy New Year everyone!
Wishing you health,
Joy and prosperity
In this year that is
2021… Lots of love.
Monica π
These eyes have cried
A thousand tears
Sporadic as an evening shower
The periwinkles are drenched
But the grass does not shine
An overflowing fountain
I can no longer suppress
Not a dime to my name
For my one true wish
Speechless I have become
Constant quiver of the tongue
Restrain me from climbing out
Of a hole that is dismal and dark
Surely whatever I touch
Never turns to gold
Like a star that shone bright
Standing victorious
My sense of hearing
Is in impeccable form
I heard the slamming of the door
A daunting echo
I will never forget
Knowing without
A shadow of a doubt
You were gone
Never to return
A love once united
A life now divided
Yet in this existence
We must live
You will live without my love
And I will live with your choice
Monica St Hillaire, 2020.