TENDER ELEMENTS

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Belong to me
As a precision cut gem
Hounding instinct
You are indeed not whole
Perplex is your stare
Strongest magnetism ‘
‘Neath the corners of poised eyes
Natural as morning mist
Layering the highest of mountainous peak
Submissive to your own joy
Haste of evanesced drops
Belong to me

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

BORDERLINE

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Systemic in a paramount system
Alluring and perplexed
Leaves do not conform
In their whirlwind spiral
Ascending to an overcast sky
My every premeditated step
Bears no silhouette in the dark
Invisible remnants of shattered glass
But that boisterous noise
Warm welcome relief over
This speechless silence
Infiltrating dim somber perimeter
A forbidden space
Supremacy comes full circle
Repetition is imminent
As clustered dewdrops begin to fall
Staunch methodical madness
Only a few can master

(c) Monica St Hillaire.

WRITTEN IN STONE

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Write my name in this moistened sand
White lilies are fading
Simultaneously with the utterance
Of words abound in solemnity
Carve our dates between the gnarled oak tree
Robins flew away a minute too soon
But I kept each and every memory
Savored that happy space
Sketch my face in the corners of your mind
Whilst we reign in existence
Appoint me your hero
Battle any encroaching dark force
Armored and aligned we must be
Trotting through this portal of destiny
Me for you and you for me
Signed and sealed marvelling in eternity

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

EVOLUTION

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Lest I forget
Breaking free this pivotal morn
Marvel in metamorphosis
Doused in redemption
Remembered the dark night
Encroached in cascade fashion
My space in destiny now depleted
A weight so unendurable
My head elevated to the lull sky
The goal to feel less constricted
Even for a brief moment
Does a butterfly recall
Any remnants from its cocoon
An alluring apparition
From the faded chrysalis
Allow the sequence to conform
Like a string of priceless pearls
This world is ready
Dormancy has died
Life will indeed go on
Let my wings flutter and soar
Interlaced with a sunrise
Ardorned in brilliance
I am breaking free

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

ABSTRACT

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Erroneous...
Spasms like a wave at sunset
Gently uniting with the sandy shore
Serendipitous collision maybe...
A tender to the touch feel
But you are gone...
Crystalline illusion that is fading fast
No prismatic rainbow
That hoists the pot of gold
What am I to receive from a naive heart?
Turmoil grasping for navigation
You are gone...
Time will indeed wane
Hills and valleys await to greet me
For I radiate warmth
Monarchs shall flutter their wings merrily
But for now no whistling from the wind
You are gone...

(c) Monica St Hillaire.

A MINUTE IN TIME

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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.

WHITE LULL

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Today doves shall see my face
Lilies greet me at an impending dawn
The tranquil path leading to the hilltop
Echoes a slow yet tender ballad
Evanescent are the descending dewdrops
But the golden sunlight filters a warm smile
A paradigm of peace in sheer prowess
The very kind that conceives and remains
In the confined areas of one's mind
I sometimes feel unworthy
Such an overflowing feeling
I just close my eyes and breathe
Doves shall see my face today
We glimmer and synchronize
In such a virtuous light
Not certain of its entire reign
But without a shadow of a doubt
I am positive it is my moment
To assuredly keep

(c) Monica St Hillaire

MAJESTIC

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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.

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.