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.


(photos from pixabay)

That vengeful strike of the tongue,
contrived to permanently wound,
Those colossal pillars of emotion.
Connected to the heart and mind.
Imperishable thought of what was spoken.
Where did the time go?
Emotional scars consume my inner being,
An abyss is now my home.
Can I be healed by the ray of light,
I desperately seek?
Can forgiveness be my glimmer of hope?
Legions I cannot compress.
All from a concealed weapon,
Waiting to attack with words of despair.
Beware of any duel it engages in,
Damages can be a blemish,
Forever lodged within.

Monica St Hillaire.



I want to write a love letter,
Dedicated to you.
There is so much I need to say,
So much inside of me.
The weight is not heavy,
Love never is...
Should I write this love letter,
My love, you would know.
You are always on my mind.
Your space in my heart,
Can never be replaced.
This love I must profess...
As I write this love letter,
My eyes fill up with tears.
Of astounding joy...
I am still amazed,
That fate led me to that corner,
Where I would find you...

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019.


Image by Skica911 from Pixabay

Carefree as the wind...
Is my love for you.
Prolific are my words,
Pure and true.
If only you knew,
The beauty you possess.
Captivating... sheer honesty.
My love, you are,
The most beautiful girl,
In the world to me...
This cup runneth over...
Boundless for me.
Conditions... there are none,
Convinced you're my destiny.
Daylight can linger,
For your soul I see.
Abundant and everlasting.
My love, you are,
The most beautiful girl,
In the world to me...

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2019.