Imprudent for the realm of peace, Defiant in this incessant quest, Rummage and toil. Honed echo belts out a vibrant peal, As an ill fated victim of martyrdom, But one’s orbiting recollection, Dissolves even deeper. Rich yet warm halcyon soil a motion away, Balmy lips can attest. No light shone brighter, Than an embedded willpower, Which would simultaneously resurface, In union with dawn’s wonderment glare. A vision to match that of a conceived journey, Which would commence with a single step.
Soul fused of fire and ice
Feel its profound wrath blaze
Shadowing the glacial ground
Its mediocre close knit stare
No match for brisk ascending mist
Embers die a slow death
As raucous flames suddenly wither
Matching that of a shriveled rose
Saturation of it all
Like a thief amongst the darkest night
Flaws of perfection ever so eager
To never be lost in transit
Incessant enigmatical tussle
Not even a beating heart
Could fathom the vast duel
Of any given moment
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
She wore a red dress today… Not to accentuate the scorching fire within, Or even sneer at every flaming ember. Ultimately the sunset hue was her fancy, Boundary of daylight. Motionless yet marvelling at its ambience, She firmly pondered, If such a borderline can be pieced, Near her wounded heart. Lodged in captivity, A taunting perimeter, Adorned in solid armour. Just a fiery crimson flatters the horizon, Where mere mortals gaze in pure fondness. Though in reality, A whimsical median, The story far from finished., Fate rests like bedecked poppies In a methodical maneuver, Waiting… Her intuition works overtime, Movement is imminent and inevitable. She wore a red dress today…
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.
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.
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
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,
As though it was synchronized,
With the awakening of dawn.
Phenomenal one might say,
Before my very eyes...
As I rapidly exhale,
Warmth blankets itself within me.
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.