Holding The Infinite

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Simona Prilogan

19th Jan 2025

I walk my innermost thoughts, often, with my complicated mind,
Tangled in ultimate questions and sombre bewilderments.
As bare as the ash trees, caressed by a touch of breeze,
Holding the infinite over their branches,
Twisting my ideas between the chests of miracles,
Those reddish illusions for my midwinter mornings.
Sparking joyful like the cheerful red berries on the barren stems.
Seeking the spring of hope, lost in a carousel of wonder.

I walk my very thoughts, often, with my troubled mind,
Listening to the songs of quietness vibrating between the emotions
Left by the snowy spells written in the chambers of the heart.
I do not remember the season my mom told me the snowdrops’ poem,
But the emotion stays with me, wrapping my consciousness in a warm coat of love,
Telling myself the legends of forgiveness and mercy,
Quiet, humble, yet sublime in the shadows of seraphs
Chanting the psalms of renaissance written in the heavens.

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3 responses to “Holding The Infinite”

Dracul Van Helsing

19th Jan 2025

Beautiful photo and beautiful thoughts on cheerful red berries on barren stems in the winter.

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1. Simona Prilogan
  
  19th Jan 2025
  
  Thank you so much for your kind appreciation!
  
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2nd Feb 2025

[…] I walk my innermost thoughts, often, with my complicated mind,Tangled in ultimate questions and sombre bewilderments.As bare as the ash trees, caressed by a touch of breeze,Holding the infinite over their branches,Twisting my ideas between the chests of miracles,Those reddish illusions for my midwinter mornings.Sparking joyful like the cheerful red berries on the barren stems.Seeking the spring of hope, lost in a carousel of wonder. […]

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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.