Poetry, Snowflakes & “Seasonal Perspective”



I have just got my copies of the latest poetry anthology book, Seasonal Perspective from All Poetry.

I am so happy to be part of this project too, the fourth one in which All Poetry added me to the poetic trip.  Because this Winter has covered Europe with so much white, I have chosen a winter poem.


Snowflakes spark the time in magic
Nature coloring with tales,
Our Winter make fantastic
Whispers whitening details.
Fairies dance outside the rivers
Laughing at the coldness hat.
Architecting town in silvers 
Kingdom’s snow befalling great.
Eyes of wonder catch the marvel
Snowflakes dancing over rivers.

@Simona Prilogan

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“Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;” – Dylan Thomas


Live your beautiful life!

While there is life, there is hope! 🙂 

Shelter the soul



With numbers ideas we play
while drawing the circles and squares
while dots fall behind from their chairs
and hours rename our grey.

With letters we dance till the dreams
expand from their capsule of space
reworking the fear into grace
and versing what love really means.

While reading the stories of life
the books trip us fabulous ways,
yet shelter the soul and rephrase
the colors of happiness eyes.


Deepest dream

Behind of smiling flowers, behind of lights of stars
I saw on other worldliness the bridge up to my peace.
I’m still behind of shadows and write in other books
A long poem to Life while dancing with my tears.
While running in the darkness in winter’s nights to reach
The whole embrace of mornings and giving up the scream
Of all the painful hours, still looking to my bridge,
I dare myself, while singing and live the deepest    dream!
While heavy rain is falling in all my winter days,
While singing with a faker which just broke out my faith,
I dare myself to walk through hope’s and mornings rays
Ahead of lately hours, to catch the dream onset.


Motto: “A room without books is like a body without a soul.”― Marcus Tullius Cicero

What about then a city who spares on the streets tones of written papers?  This view  fired up my imagination. Indeed so many books, so little  time… Collection of thinking, philosophy, history, dramas. People’s life, people’s dreams, people’s acts… Great letters in time… 

Now…Our time to spare ourselves from all the harm… while perusing  all the letters have been left for humanity… Still looking ourselves through the meanings and philosophy…  Still striving for our happiness…still writing the history. The same but still new one. 


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“Spare me through your mercy, do not punish me through your justice.”  –  Anselm of Canterbury

“Think occasionally of the suffering of which you spare yourself the sight.”  –  Albert Schweitzer

“There’s time enough, but none to spare.”  –  Charles W. Chesnutt 

In response  to  Daily Post’s Weekly Photo Challenge: “Spare

The world is a book

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
– Jorge Luis Borges


“To read is to fly: it is to soar to a point of vantage which
gives a view over wide terrains of history, human variety,
ideas, shared experience and the fruits of many inquiries.”
 – A C Grayling, Financial Times
(in a review of A History of Reading by Alberto Manguel)


To learn to read is to light a fire;
every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.
– Victor Hugo


A book is a dream that you hold in your hand.

–Neil Gaiman


Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light.

–Vera Nazarian