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.
Oblivious to crashing waves,
Sodden sand beckons.
An enthralling call,
Drawing me further away,
From desiccated landscapes.
Mountain tops in circular motion,
Become miniature with each passing minute.
Purplish hue radiates abundant beauty,
Amidst its coy revelation.
In a brief, expedient pause,
My silhouette stood tall in grandeur,
Like that of the Trojan Horse.
Unparalleled in the moment,
For my fight is finished.
Refusing to replicate the ramblings,
Of a buoyant militant,
To a place intolerant of my being.
A diminished colony,
Where magnolias remain closed,
Destined to wither away.
Unbridled, adamant stride accelerates,
Fate isn’t held hostage to a mirage,
Coursing through a parched dessert.
May the sand forever quench my feet,
Synchronously embracing every footprint.
As I welcome raucous waves,
Connected are we,
Thriving and free.
(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.
Memoirs from my memories, Verses in my head. My life in a globular orbit, With every scene a highlighted pause. A graceful sigh uttered, Materialized moments coursing within, To a blissful epiphany, In a vivid aura belonging to only me. Trajectory I follow in substantial movement. Midnight walk along the shore, Stroll near a myriad of sunflowers, Encroaching twilight near immense pine trees. Depicted with such definiteness, Motion to my poetry, Pillar to my every stanza. This world reeling in the palm of my hands, Combined with a limitless sky, Simply waiting for me. Memoirs from my memories, In an unprecedented life, Live in these eccentric moments, Immortalized in whimsical wording. (c) Monica St Hillaire,2021.
sea surface mimics glow of luminescent moon sequential footprints (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
vigorous spring tide vertical coastal flowers crepuscular rays (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
sand and wave unite congregation of egrets purple stratus clouds (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.Continue reading “SEASIDE SURVEILLANCE”
golden beach sunset imminent roar emerges array of seashells (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
conch shell's empty space symphonious notes fill up shorebird upon rock (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.