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In Poetry, secrets & dreams, Stories on June 2, 2014 at 6:13 pm


By Jason Minoia

Joy to the world
And like be your day
As heaven provided
The sun for me to see today

The pidgeon doves’ warbling tongues
Leave the faint echo of a harp on the air
And their sweet music is honey in my ears
While the crowded streets pass me by

Dark days of doom and despair
Are vanquished
Have vanquished
To let the light shine
Evermore the bright

If only Pyramus and Thisbe
Could hold in their arms
The one things that is so dear
Then my love doth understand
What my betrothed heart doth feel

But nay, time is now for jubilation
not for shedding tears
Remember the angels that are always by
the souls of your ancestors keeping you safe

Thinly sliced the cowslip falls
Into a soft pond of shaded blue
A woman drops to the ground
Her embroidered handkerchief
And a gentleman picks it up
For her

Children are more prevalent in Central Park
Now that New York is warming
The chill of winter is gone
And my bones are slowly adjusting
To their summer size

The coursing blood flows fast
The veins are swelling
As muscles relax.
I find I am strong

With Spring ending there is a rebirth
Of dormant creative souls
Who’ll congregate to share
The fantastic stories of their unique lives

  1. Beautiful flow of words there 🙂

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