Holding Hands

There was a river in my dreams
Carrying the stories of globe’s heart
With sadness, sorrows in its streams
Echoing memories apart.
Yet joyful waves were kissing lands
With great compassion brought from skies
Since earth and blue were holding hands,
Shaping their trust, so bright, so wise.

There was a forest full of green
Beaming its sagas to the world
With all the burdens they have seen
Through rusty days, becoming odd.
Yet sunny rays, glowing the space,
Were blooming hopes through flowers smiles,
Enriching memories with grace
While holding hands in my dreams’ tales.

There was a city full of life
Depicting kindness in my thoughts,
Transcending Eden in its drive,
Bonding the magic in love’s pots.  
Their reality conveyed the spark
Of remembrances in blessed psalms,
Easing their pain, lighting their dark
While holding tightly their soft palms.  

© Simona Prilogan, London, 2022

Photo credit: Bessi | Pixabay.

8 responses to “Holding Hands”

  1. Jonathan Caswell avatar

    GOOD STUFF—MAY I REBLOG YOUR WORK-?

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    1. Simona Prilogan avatar

      Thank you so much, Jonathan! Feel free to reblog whatever you like.

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      1. Jonathan Caswell avatar

        THANK YOU! 😀

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      2. Simona Prilogan avatar

        Thank you too, Jonathan!

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  2. Jonathan Caswell avatar

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    WONDERFUL WORDINGS!

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    gwengrant

    Lovely picture – those dear little children so touching and lovely poem.

    Gwen.

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    1. Simona Prilogan avatar

      Thank you so much, Gwen!

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I’m Simona

One day, I tumbled from a tiny star called Dream and landed in a cup of Hope, just beyond the zone of hard work, where daily wishes meet reality.

I’ve always dreamed of visiting Antarctica, though I haven’t made it there yet! Until then, I journey through the intricate landscapes of the human body in my work at the hospital, tracking the unseen stories of cells.

When I step outside my comfort zone, you might find me on a train to Eastbourne, Matlock, or Canterbury, breathing in the fresh air and gathering inspiration. I return with pockets full of poetic ideas, though time rarely lets me write them all down.

London’s endless rainy days often set the stage for my impromptu singing performances on my way to work. I love dancing too, especially the waltz, though I’m a bit too shy to twirl in the rain.

I have a soft spot for pasta, coffee, chocolate, and a good laugh. Politics might elude me, but the human soul does not. And if there’s one thing I believe in, it’s this: Love is our strongest emotion, survival instinct, and essential need.

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