Brisky Morning

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Simona Prilogan

3rd Sep 2025

Brisky morning, took my thoughts in a lovely walk
Towards where the planes are crossing kindly their off roads.
Trains delaying, hour rush, yet the smiling vibes,
Set up maps of hope and joy in the travel’s bags.

Gatwick Airport laughs again on my way from home
Heading where graceful highlands are embracing storms.
But before the boarding bits I’ve stopped by the books
Checking writers on the shelf and their crafty looks.

Found a writing between covers, interesting and bold
Curiously shaking thoughts in the misty mold.
So, I’ll buy it, making haste to the self checkout
But there wow! A big surprise caught my very eyes.
A sweet lady signing books! Could you just believe?
So, amazed I’ve asked her: “you’re the author, please?”

“Sure”, she kindly smiled to me. “It’s a children’s book.”
“Awwww, what wonderful to meet someone with same “hook”
And despite my kids are grown, teaching out in town
I will get your children’s book for grandson Stefan.

Out in northern terminal, in a rainy day,
Emma Swan signed her book brightening my way.
Good luck, Emma, to your book, reaching many hearts,
Catching minds and teaching things from your fiction’s arts.
With a lot of inspiration for the future’s plans,
Happy writing and good vibes in the children’s lands.

2 responses to “Brisky Morning”

gwengrant

5th Sep 2025

Lovely photograph and an interesting story!

Gwen.

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1. Simona Prilogan
  
  5th Sep 2025
  
  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.