BOUNTIFUL

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I am a wordsmith,

Versatility overrun,

The corners of my mind.

Prolific and exuberant,

Permit my narration,

Witness these fruits fall.

Like a methodical chronicle,

Or cosmic carousel,

May every chord resonate.

Bearer of warmth,

And solace to the downtrodden,

The shining catalyst,

To the beloved and betrothed.

An angelic advocate,

The estranged scouts,

This earth to find.

Cryptic messages,

Stern intellectual maze,

A sapiosexual’s delight.

These words shall twirl,

Like rose petals in spring,

Dandelion seeds ,

Rotating in the blustery wind,

Over and over again,

Whilst the vast fruits fall…

Join me in my journey.

I am a wordsmith.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

HEAVEN SENT

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You are my diamond honey...
My perfectly imperfect gem.
The radiation you give,
Transcends within me,
To a point of no return.
Oblivious, like a lamb,
That has strayed from the fold.
Amidst the rough and rubble,
Among the condemned,
The unforsaken...
I would discover this most,
Precious and astounding jewel.
Profuse in flaws and perfection.
Bittersweet -
The taste in life you offer.
A balance and weight I endure,
With sheer amazement.
The hand you hold,
This very moment,
Is forever here to stay.
As soon as the dawn breaks,
Let's be the paradigm,
Of this new day.
Quintessential diamond,
You are to me, honey...
And I couldn't love you more.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.
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THAT WISE BIRD

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A hollow in my heart.

Dungeon borders my soul,

Heavily guarded by an army of woes.

Dejection tramples on my spirit,

Kindred connections disbarred.

There is murkiness in the distance,

The road marred with desolation.

Oh this deafening silence!

Pungent taste of reality;

A realm I now dwell in.

Compression infests my movement,

But I persevere.

Stare without blinking,

Yawn without sleeping…

This pain is heavy.

Yet the notion to proceed persists within.

Song of the Sparrow,

In the touching distance.

Whistle of serenity; a sound of hope.

In an instant, my despondency effaced,

Like a mid evening fog.

I exhaled, with such precision.

The soldiers retreated and left for home,

Just as I was going home…

Never will I look back.

Should the pathway behind crumble,

Like an ill-fated stack of dominoes,

I will not see.

With the winds of change blowing at my side,

A singing Sparrow to symbolically guide.

Forward motion is now my stride…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

OASIS…

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These hands...
Harsh and worn, like a lonesome seaside rock
Diminutive in stature but with,
An overwhelming depth has consumed,
Dreams and fears... even the tears.
Time circulated like a roller coaster.
Come closer...
Convinced you know the story,
For you were there with me.
Your love...
Golden bright, as an authentic morning sunrise.
Can never outgrow the grandeur of spaciousness,
These hands have reserved for you,
Laughter with sad... even the bad.
Years flew like petals in the wind.
Come closer...
Let's both narrate the story,
For you were there with me.


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.

MASQUERADE BALL…

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Foolish as it may seem,
I am in love with a memory.
That reeked of a charade,
Hide and seek,
The kind children play.
You left like a summer's end,
Dredging all my warmth.
My hands remained clenched,
For you were gone.
Evanescent clouds before my eyes,
My faith as big as Gibraltar,
Now a sunken pebble.
I await the pale moonlight,
To eagerly catch some hope.
Inside is just too empty...
The hollow sound is boisterous.
As I stare into your eyes,
I anticipated my reflection.
But you turned toward the meadow,
So I could not see.
Even a broken mirror,
Would have made me happy.
As I muster courage to move on,
Walk these dim lit streets,
I sometimes turn back.
Bent on seeing your face.
Convinced that I,
Made no mistake in,
Unconditionally loving you.
And foolish as it may seem,
I still do...

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020. 

HIDDEN TREASURES…

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The keepsakes are our memories,
We made upon this earth.
Daisies in your hair,
Thrown pebbles in a pond.
Summer nights we rain danced,
Until the break of dawn.
If I had a dime for all the times,
I made you smile.
Then again,
It could never make me wealthy,
As the gems I hold deep down inside.
Heavy is the heart,
But light were the moments...
And boy did we float!
Every now and then,
I look up to the sky.
And I smile,
Even if just for a while.
Bliss blankets my being...
And I Smile.


(c) Monica St Hillaire.