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.
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
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.
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…
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.
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