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In Love, Poetry, secrets & dreams, Stories on December 4, 2014 at 10:04 pm


by Rosetta Miletti North

You’re a lifelong dream recently relinquished.
The tiresome fact remains that I cannot help search the masses
that I may chance upon a countenance pleasing to my soul.

I have not found you.

In the verdure of youth,
the enticing notion of duality ignited within me the spark to unearth you.
To find the hand that protectively holds onto mine when I fear the monsters in the dark and the dark demons within myself.
To find the sweet breath that bathes my ear, whispering my name during the incremental folds into darkness or as the chill starts to evaporate by morning light.
To hear eternity echo off of the majestic massifs, retelling of our serendipitous encounter.

Yet…I have not found you.

The formation of the idea of you was lovely,
held steadfast by the hope of stirring from a dream to find you slumbering by my side.
The idea of you was divine,
something to look back upon on occasion when life has become antiquated, punctuated by the emergence of newly formed lovers holding our place in the universe.



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