I carry stories from the earth

I dare the square to flame my game
Outside of any wicked frame.
I see myself a dear self,
A butterfly thing-in-itself.
I carry stories from the earth,
From winter’s sleep and spring’s rebirth.
With colours I’ve enriched my dreams,
Caressing the words between the means.

From green I’ve gathered smiles and laugh,
Yet tears, at times, cut them in half.
But never mind any of these –
They mirror sylvan paradise:
Wide trees of life with strong, firm roots,
With wrinkly leaves, and juicy fruits.
Embraced by sunny golden beams,
And washed by mighty rainy streams.  

I am my wrinkled happy skin,
A signature I’ve learnt to win.
A memory I bring to blue,
My depth from what I have been through.
From tenderness I’ve gained sweet brush
Besides the strings from grieving’s touch.
They are the wisdom’s merry page,
The richest velvet of my age.

I’m time reflection on days’ square
Spelling love’s narrative and dare
To fit my imperfections’ chains
Through cheerful, human, kindly lanes.  

© Simona Prilogan, 29/11/2023, London

Image by Petra from Pixabay

5 responses to “I carry stories from the earth”

  1. Jonathan Caswell avatar

    A lovely lilting loquacious living link ‘tween art and the earth and mankind! 😀

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    1. Simona Prilogan avatar

      Thank you, Jonathan!

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      1. Jonathan Caswell avatar

        Wonderfully welcome are you! 😀

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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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