Tag: micropoetry

HIGHER GROUND

It’s always a surprise when I wear a dress 🙄

She'll build her very own pedestal
Move a motionless sun
To the center of a deep blue sky
Poetry in motion
Her speech and touch
Synchronize in united bliss
Possibilities unbound
Free as a cheery robin
Gracefully coming face to face 
with the daring dawn
Very well aware
She holds her destiny
In the palm of her hands...

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2023.

PUSHING THROUGH

Sometimes the journey gets weary,
Rest is imminent,
The reflection pensive...
Like a soldier in hostile combat,
I will persevere.
The mission transparent now more than ever.
I love writing,
I love poetry,
I love being unique,
The race is not always for the swift.
I will reach the finish line!
As for now,
In this intricate relay,
I've only touched the tip of the baton.

💥GIVING UP IS NOT AN OPTION💥

To those here with me in my journey, a sincere THANK
 YOU ❤

UNSHACKLED

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A reawakening so refined,
Unblemished retreat deep in silence,
Mannerisms willfully suppress mayhem.
An outcry lingers to ride the cape,
Of an encroaching sunset,
Blanketed in prismatic gold sequence.
Sleep like a rare Morning Glory,
Abiding in discipline,
Delayed in eloquence.
Much is to be exhibited,
Pungent smell of revival,
No glacial falling star, 
Among the shadowy night,
Can ever mask.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

HALFWAY THERE

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Why does one thirst near the water well?
Or shed a tear near the salty sea?
Contemporary ounces of perplexity,
Yearning for what the dawn brings.
We've yet to catch a falling star,
Discover the precise end of a rainbow,
In all its chromatic glory,
While scouting for tomorrow's corner,
Threading light and subtle,
Catch and seize the present,
Thirst for the greater good,
Cry to heal one's soul.
Scripted chronicles await,
Interlaced with serendipitous moments,
Amidst destiny's  hour.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

ESCALADE

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This furrowed mountain I climb
My reflection has been lost
Hollowness I harbor
No wandering fugitive
But a carbon copy
Of my melancholy mindset
Willing to dance among
Soft twilight rays
Like a barefooted gypsy
Flower child of the night
Gesticulating to a fading azure
Sturdy in my stance
Divinity will soon come
But for now
These exquisite daisies interlaced
Among midnight tresses
Will befittingly suffice

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

SANCTUARY

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Woman, dry your tears and cry no more,
Not oblivious to your trials before,
The weight of the world is not yours to bear,
Speak to God without unease and fear.
Amidst this flowing river,
Make peace with your creator,
Immobile wounds do not condone,
Leave your burdens by this river stone.


Woman, dry your tears and cry no more,
Like clustered debris upon a sandy shore,
May your pain be successfully buried,
Answers you have often queried.
Cast them in crystal water,
Dawn of your ever after,
As a queen departing her throne,
Leave your burdens by this river stone.


Woman, dry your tears and cry no more,
Here in nature's solace you can rest assure,
Now relinquish and instantly release,
Heartache will promptly decrease.
As the whitest doves fly by,
In a celestial sky,
Signifies you are not alone,
Leave your burdens by this river stone.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021

THE LOCKED DOOR

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Rejection...
Intricate pathway of redirection.
With fastidious precision,
Navigating to your momentous destination.
In this candid declaration,
Heed this crucial assertion.
Delve into this submission.
In rigid locomotion,
Cast away all procrastination.
Assume the position,
Move forward in vast progression.
In this exact acceleration,
Amidst a brilliant scintillation,
Limpid is the horizon.
Rejection...
A maneuvered miscalculation,
One way maze extension,
Toward fate's intention.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.