Monthly Archives: March 2017

Engleza de joi/ Transmute

Transmute = to change or alter in form, appearance, or nature and especially to a higher form.

It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
E.M. Forster



Art by André Poffé.

Early lilac Spring

My secret castle
lies in Spring
at the corner
of vernal vicious winds…
Surrounded by lilacs
and violets blue
Prolonged in the hue
of abstaining pink…

Faces and rivers
smile in the sun
Patience is nowhere to be found
as ethereal blooms
Expect the moons
to ignite from early
copper twilights…

Lilacs are the surreal kisses
of Spring
Clinging like stardust
to butterflies’ wings.
They color the dark
wink to the larks
And wait for the bees
to appease…


Written for and at the suggestion of Marie –
















Art by Sergey Tutunov.

Engleza de joi/ Bowline

Bowline = A rope fastened near the middle of the leech or perpendicular edge of the square sails, by subordinate ropes called bridles, and used to keep the weather edge of the sail tight forward when the ship is close-hauled.

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
Mark Twain



Art by Carl Brandt.

Pay with a poem!

Multiple facets

of benevolence, friendship and kindness

have been engraved

on my heart

whose green veins tremble

with happiness and delight

at seeing, reading and admiring

your exquisite words-of-art and flowing imagery



Your minds drew letters

Upon my soul

I will wear them always

To humble and subdue

All the shimmers of the world.


This is my modest “payment” for the beauty and joy you have given me through knowing you and your beautiful art and my “currency” in thanking you for reading, appreciating and sharing my words.

Happy World Poetry Day!















Art – Magic realism by Christian Schloe.

Buried moon

Buried moon, buried moon
Who to talk about at noon
When dreams are plundered by light
And powdered in gold and charcoal dust.

Crescent fairies are sad in the rouse
and at falter to surmise
the scanty slumbering traces
that led stupors into trenches.

The owners of the light
Do not know its might
and the pleasure of the sun
to astound and burn above…

Buried moon, buried moon
I want you soon

As to play my feral dreams
around the all surviving tunes!
















Art – Buried Moon by Edmund Dulac.

Engleza de joi/ Solitary

Solitary =  living or being by one’s self; having no companion present; alone; lonely.

“You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.”
Franz Kafka


















Art by Kinuko Y. Craft.

Passion and Persuasion

“To succeed, you need to find something to hold on to, something to motivate you, something to inspire you.” – Tony Dorsett

Success is smoothly undefined. But when I get up at the crack of dawn burning with impatience to start work, I know that maybe I have done something good. Succeeding is not a battle. As keeping a diet is not a short term fight but a poised long term lifestyle. You do something different and more every day without solely concentrating on the scope.

My settlement for success is the place where I do what I like and what I want in an untainted sort of way. I like meeting new people and keeping their interest high on my way of solving their communication clashes. I love writing and using my words for attracting keepers of beautiful ideas that inspire…My passions are the same, persuasion has more ways now.

Temperament dictates living and doing. And succeeding. I do precisely what I want and stick to my plan. Nevertheless your words can persuade me on other paths. Gladly I desire good things for me and my people and I want to help first, and then to ponder over ways to practice what I preach. I love the words that unite…I abhor the words that divide.

“Success does not consist in never making mistakes but in never making the same one a second time.” ―George Bernard Show

Mistakes are manifold and not important. Important is what we do with them. We can make them renewable or nonrenewable. Time is not renewable, it is just one flow “at a time”. It is said that successful people are able to do more in the space of one day. Time allows everything to happen and be created. Persuading time to stop is a way to success…? Time, imagination and temperament are the means of creating something as beautiful as this:

Art by Maurice Prendergast.



Skiing trivialities

Now that spring is here I pluck up courage to send winter away with one last snowy post before the start of lilac hunting season. There is so much joy and timid relaxation in the colors of a new spring.

My sport routine makes me a very predictable person, nevertheless the routine process of clinging to my sport habits is not exactly clear-cut. What is unpredictable is the way I mold circumstances and time into allowing me to have my predictable sport routine. I cannot adjust it to mountain skiing. I just find solutions to get through less pain to see more gain.

For me mountain skiing is excruciatingly painful as I busted my knees many times over and last time they failed me on the slope…I have found a solution: cross-country skiing. No slopes, only snow and 2 meter long skis. And the penchant to run…Flatly speaking, it is wonderful.

Outdoors sporting is about braving limits…my cold limits. It felt like being stung by thousands of bees from Narnia and by icicles blown away by a malevolent giant. My fingers and face went numb. I still retain a bit of winter glass in my eyes. Nevertheless in the cold I find clarity and adversity…

And feeling. For one, I want to touch the magic of the world in a gale that ravishes my cheeks, and in the fire of folstitia that burns for Spring below the paleness of March moons.

I illustrate with my humble person, made humbler by the monster building behind, the Bucharest Palace Of Parliament, at the crossroads of winds.

Lest we forget

You are better than unicorns
and moonshine combined.

You are better than gossamer
and fireflies entwined.

Make sure to notice
the collateral beauty
of dreaming and dreading,
wishing and fearing,
abysses and mountains,
venom and honey
in a kiss
that numbs
and talks to my heart

about the color of a feeling.


Art by Helen Flockhart.

Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.