Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
Moonlight mystique,
Traverses the air.
The mocking bird is my friend.
His song comforts my silence,
Empathy is not far away…
As stars take their rightful place,
In an extensive sky.
Predestination seals its beauty,
Alluring in their prime.
Darkness won’t ever crumble,
To the lull of a forthcoming dawn.
Sing mocking bird sing,
Lyrics need not triumph…
Endurance I can muster,
Hold my rightful place,
As median to what is drawing near,
And what is left behind…
(c) Monica St Hillaire.
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.
Reflection of myself, Clarion waters oscillate, Seizing a moment of, Illuminating sunlight. Peace combines with serenity, As bliss intricately descends, Utopia materialized, Before my very eyes. So much clarity within the water, Floating leaves motion toward me. Tear drops begin to fall, I've never had this surreal moment, Nor will it happen again,. In this Flawless sequence. So to seize this setting, Hold it prisoner, In my time capsule. Meticulously memorizing, Each picturesque scene. Sunbeam compliments my tresses, Sparkle my eyes in unison, With its forceful strike. Standing motionless, As leaves draw near. Paradise exists indeed, If we take a minute to rally, Around these serendipitous seconds, Encryption we may just eradicate, From life's mystery. (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
bluest sapphire sky flatters verbena flower swarm of tiny bees (c)Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
afternoon rainbow crystalline stream effluxes camouflage of frog (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
ruby red roses
engross eloquent garden
slime lubricant trail
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
rainbow hues deepen as stratus clouds evanesce vivid hibiscus (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
Grasping on to the wings of a dove. The living symbol of boundless peace, Infinite tranquility and serene ambience. We soar above the placid shoreline, Alongside the gentlest of breeze. I slowly scale and gravitate , A light and limitless feeling, As I leave my burdens behind. They turn miniscule by each fleeting moment, Under the spotless blue sky. Harmonious melody near the impending trail, Awaiting to greet and welcome. Near the doorstep of Utopia, My clench is even tighter than before. Splendiferous in a flawless view, Time is of no significance. Incessantly and constantly drifting, In our aerial bondage. How can I turn back now? Sheer brilliance unmatched, With any forgone instance of my being. In this muted silence and subdued lull, Clarity is immeasurable beyond words, I discover the lyrics to my song. Grasping on to the wings of a dove. In all humble honesty, I won't detach anytime soon... Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
zinnias waver captivates bee audience cloudburst of spring rain Monica St Hillaire, 2021
Astral night, Dismisses the pale twilight, Its rightful place seized, In an empyrean sky. A saturated shade, Befriending the tranquility, The darkness brings. Bold and brazen, Like a reigning monarch, Until the contrast, Of the jovial dawn, Infiltrates... And until then, Profound dominion, Upon the ravishing dark. Dusky yet enchanting, Beneath trinket stars, Brilliance and aura, Unmatched. (c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
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