Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
Footsteps along a tranquil bay
Daunting task trying to catch
A crimson sun’s prompt departure
Beauty worthy of an encore
Tomorrow a forever wait
Mountains bring forth no justice
Echoes to imminent future prohibited
Like a censored boomerang
Beckons the dusky semblance
Of a quiet yet placid bay
Cast away callousness
Time capsules eradicated
For a walk to remember
Poised and in stride
After all
In the magic of the present
It is all we have
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022
warm liquid sunshine
interspersed water ripples
full picnic basket
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
Permit the dewdrops to fall,
Command ascending sunbeams,
Flowers might duly curtsey,
Should luck bear witness.
Be still and vigilant,
In a compound world,
An engrossed realm,
Expeditious pace of reality.
Agile wind rhythmically blows,
Grasping change with all its might.
Night rests in solemn peace,
Over an enigmatic horizon,
Among kaleidoscopic sparkles,
Forever to dangle at the cusp of day.
The medium established as a blank page,
Ambiguous maybe…
Shrewd demands to cease the moment.
Challenge that inner being to make memories,
To ingest life’s complexities,
Awaiting the unknown,
Exhale every bygone,
To just simply and earnestly be…
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
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.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
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
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022
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.
cardigan teeters
white chrysanthemum plummets
cheekbone clamminess
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
Palpitations of a weary heart
A partial eclipse…
Gradually holding on to existence
Meandering towards the hilltop
No laughter from the merry men
As blurred mist encroaches
Faith a minute grain
But the soil is not barren
The ground not parched
Like a nomadic gypsy
Barefoot and brazen
Gravitate…
Dance amidst the wispy air
Melancholy will die a slow death
Bury it by the wayside
This ground is not parched
Leaves boldly glimmer
Though sometimes
Replenished by teardrops
Dance gypsy dance
The heart will endure…
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.
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.
Spiraling but in full control Momentum a shadow length away A spherical supernova Adamant in ascension Staunchly fixated on Matching energies and Correspondent aura with That of a burning sun How golden will I become A colossal silhouette In a monumental sky Brilliant light that is bearable Its peerless glare Culminates after a tumultuous wind Inner being shattered Like that of broken glass A tale to tell Just before casting them away To a perplexed sea... (c) Monica St Hillaire.
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