There are Octobers

There are Octobers in my dreams,
Penning the tales on fallen leaves,
Singing the tune with angels’ psalms,
Rejoicing peace through Autumn’s fall.
When mornings paint the heaven’s arms,
There are Octobers in my soul.

There are rich colours in my thoughts,
Drawing fresh hopes at daylight’s gates,
Pinning pure joy in magic knots
As golden sun life celebrates.
When earth turns fortitude to bliss,
Complete, sublime, heavenly kiss,
There are Octobers in my dreams.

© Simona Prilogan

Photo credit Pixabay

11 responses to “There are Octobers”

  1. Dracul Van Helsing avatar

    Wonderful and beautiful poem about Octobers.

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  2. SelmaMartin avatar

    Gorgeous. Thank you. Xoxo

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    1. Simona Prilogan avatar

      Thank you so much! 💥

      Liked by 1 person

  3. Jonathan Caswell avatar

    “ORT-ORT-ORT-ORT-!” 😀 (The SEAL of Approval-!) Love it!

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      1. Jonathan Caswell avatar

        (Big bristly smile—fishy breath!)

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    1. Simona Prilogan avatar

      Thank you, Jonathan!

      Like

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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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