A ROSE FOR A ROSE

PHOTO BY PEXELS

Fragrant flower for you my love,
Keepsake when I’m not around.
A replica of what we share,
Take a minute to ponder…
Crimson and vibrant,
My heart cries a joyful noise.
Each petal like time capsules,
Guarding our serendipitous souvenirs.
Oh the enchanting aroma!
That materializes solely,
From the heart that is meant for you.
Nurture this specimen, darling,
The way you feed my soul.
This beauty before you,
Stems deeper than what,
The eyes can see.
I know you will find it,
You have reigned victorious,
In the rubble that is me.
Should it wither and fade,
Never you look away…
True beauty is immortal.
Interspersed in infinity,
Ubiquitous and free.
Precise path you will surely,
Travel together with me…
Be bona fide and ready,
To turn memories into memoirs.
Vivid flower,
Momentous stepping stone,
Long live our love…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

ENTICED

PHOTO BY PIXABAY

Make them flow,
Those unsung words.
You know,
Like the Orinoco…
Effortlessly effuse,
Undulate until,
A graceful churn,
In translucent harmony,
Streams in elegance.
Be the bearer of,
Good news.
Sturdy bridge,
That conveys nothing,
But connection.
Paramount piece,
To a fairy tale’s,
Happy ending.
Beckon hidden words,
To excite, unite,
vigorously ignite,
And please do invite,
With ringside seats for,
Symmetrical savvy verses.
Do not shroud,
The shrewdness,
That is your brilliant mind.
Like an evening tide,
Make them ebb and flow.
Endlessly and aimlessly,
Like the Orinoco.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

LIFELINE

PHOTO BY PIXABAY
Crying eyes,
Beneath an ember moon.
From a fragile frame,
Tears trickle ,
Unapologetically,
As the weary soul surrenders.
A lonesome heart,
Discarded into the,
Uninterrupted nocturnal chill.
Premature babe,
Its innocence impaired,
For delusional gain.
This spectacle of light,
Brandishing from,
The celestial sky,
Is all that's left.
At this dark hour,  
In this tarnished gap,
Devour this beacon of hope.
May the sunrise be,
Slow and surreal.
This gleam is all that's left...


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.

CLOUD NINE AVENUE

PHOTO BY UNSPLASH

This must be the corner of paradise,
Where heavenly angels roam.
Rhinestone glare extends,
From the greenest of grass,
Near a sapphire enriched sky.
Trees boasts a geranium red,
Foliage undulate from wispy winds,
In simultaneous fashion,
With the spherical radiance,
Of the setting sun…
A pathway meticulously landscaped,
In the awe of amethyst,
Befitting the touch ,
Of a king’s mantle.
Fertile ground comes alive,
Resonant sound of,
A musical harp embedded,
Into the mountainous valley.
Vibration combines with,
Onset of twilight,
And departure of a violet haze,
Amidst lone star’s greeting.
Blanket of jubilance,
Awaits the wandering nomad.
To lay carefree upon,
Basking in the glory of,
True perfection.
Peacefulness resides here…

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2021.