Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
Away from a barren desert, Near the crystalline waterfall. The meadow is my median, Amidst their silence and roar, Courage I will find.
As the petals undulated, Beneath immobile clouds, Transparent was the mountain top. Through the wind and sunshine, Endurance I will hold.
Daylight spontaneously evanesced, A Thrush perched in the distance. I rose, frisked myself in stride, Between the song and dance, Fearlessness I will shout. (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
Foolish as it may seem, I am in love with a memory. That reeked of a charade, Hide and seek, The kind children play. You left like a summer's end, Dredging all my warmth. My hands remained clenched, For you were gone. Evanescent clouds before my eyes, My faith as big as Gibraltar, Now a sunken pebble. I await the pale moonlight, To eagerly catch some hope. Inside is just too empty... The hollow sound is boisterous. As I stare into your eyes, I anticipated my reflection. But you turned toward the meadow, So I could not see. Even a broken mirror, Would have made me happy. As I muster courage to move on, Walk these dim lit streets, I sometimes turn back. Bent on seeing your face. Convinced that I, Made no mistake in, Unconditionally loving you. And foolish as it may seem, I still do... (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
Wildflower meadow,
Enriched view masks prey decrease;
A fox combs through field…
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
Via green meadow,
Wild horses traverse pathway;
Plume of dust arise.
(c) Monica St Hillaire , 2019.
HIPPITY HOPPITY JUMP,
GO GRASSHOPPER GO!
TO THE HIGHEST HILL,
ON THE GREEN MEADOW.
I MAY NEVER LEAP AS FAST,
NO GRASSHOPPER NO!
BUT WE CAN BE FRIENDS,
YOUR LEAD I FOLLOW.
HIDE SO WELL AMONG THE TREES,
OH GRASSHOPPER OH!
WISHED I MOVED LIKE YOU,
MY NAME ALL WOULD KNOW.
LET’S HOP AND HOP THE DAY LONG,
OUR LEGS SURE TO DROP.
TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN,
THAT’S WHEN WE SHALL STOP.
HIPPITY HOPPITY JUMP,
GO GRASSHOPPER GO!
