Category Archives: My poems

Greenen Parlor – Iulia Halatz

From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon

What do you see when you look at night?

The kraken sleeping
in the murk
His thoughts
would change the color
of whom
he once abhorred.

The moon is faint
and builds
the hauberk
of bark
around the dark
with armatures
that are about
to conquer down
the light.

What do you see when you look at love?

Kraken kisses and embraces
of a woman of innocence
unwise, unadorned
untamed.
Slumbering in green tentacles
vividly electric
to pursue in night
unnumbered words
astray from his
wondrous grey
to host in the parlor
the Someone
they desired.

Her untamed soul
drags her love
like Simoom
grabs the grains of sand
in hurdles and pains.

We cannot step
outside love’s iron songs.
Its music
brings falter
in the bones.
It is the alphabet
that guides the waters
to stay together
and roar
North of the wind
glisten
South of the sun

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Michael Hutter.

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

What can I give you? – Iulia Halatz

From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon

What can I give you? I am the blue
as imagined by a blind
and the roots of knowledge
as watered by a scholar.

I am the yellow
wind and the mauve
respond of light
perched
in the ubiquitous trees
tethered in the clouds
that barely scratch
the sky.

I am the green
storm and colorless waves
that wished upon a mountain
to break water in tryst
with the sun.

Not by blindness
we can reorder colors
but by the painting of a soul
in a moment tender
as the liquid moon
is quivering above the forest.

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Morning mist

The mist that
covers my heart
is thick
numbing mornings
and evenings
with the sagacity
of a cubist artifact.

It comes in layers
clinging with fetid fingers
on to the gargoyles
of the old mansion
our love has become.

No surprise from
any shadow
No brush
with velveteen
vulnerable
acts of tenderness.

Dragons and starlings
seem nearer
in the dancey mists

Love is uncovered
in a smile
at first light…
Is that enough?

© Iulia Halatz

Photography art – Grace M.Ballentine – Morning Mist

I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

SORROW-TELL HEART

I was a pet of some exotic breed
I couldn’t sing above the ground.
Tamed, wounded, half born
Under the dark moon.

It was he
Who taught me
To unsing
Undream
Unbelieve
To him my humane body
Had been a fiery husk
Flickering
Against closed walls.

The garden was above
Dank meadows looming.

Everything I saw in my mind
I could perceive
With the eyes of
A wound,
Pulsating
Festering
Could I still feel the scent
Of night
in the carousel of pain?

I wanted to break
This corrosive perception
And listen to songbird…

Everything that shimmered
In my ears
Was crackling crows
Fruits of mauve trees
Against amber twilight…
In the sundown realm.

The blood of the stars
Had engulfed it…

My heart used to have roots
Into the feeble beams of autumn
After lilacs grew them stronger…

Can you pull me into April?
Or any month
wearing blue odors
And tawny lights…

Pending July
he would be felt on my skin
Like Spring rain
Without Spring.

Sophisticated
Abrasive
Pet
of one color…
I was allowed to contemplate
The flawed days only
through barbed windows…

You lived,
But somewhere else
The black moon turned away
Sheltered steppe
Had no need of garbage flowers

The zest for life
Is fortitude, work
Dream
Of a plain new world
Swept in the ascending
Web of Truth.

© Iulia Halatz

Photography art – Evelyn Nesbit

I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

What can I give you?

PROUD TO HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO ALIVE WORDS THAT CREATE A WORLD WITHOUT MAPS:

Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

What can I give you? I am the blue
as imagined by a blind
and the roots of knowledge
as watered by a scholar.

I am the yellow
wind and the mauve
respond of light
perched
in the ubiquitous trees
tethered in the clouds
that barely scratch
the sky.

I am the green
storm and colorless waves
that wished upon a mountain
to break water in tryst
with the sun.

Not by blindness
we can reorder colors
but by the painting of a soul
in a moment tender
as the liquid moon
is quivering above the forest.

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Lettered jailer – Iulia Halatz

Lettered jailer – My latest poem for Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

You look so sane
potentially careful and serene
Smirk-at-arms
atoning for
the perfumed gaiety
and colorless skies.

The fire in the autumn
dictates the ice in the new moon.

My love,
When are you going to make up your mind?
Set me free
word upon word
I throw in your face
unsubmissive of your bars…
When are you going to break the gloom?
Sorrowless
is your world
You grow your stamina
from my pain…

Minstrels sing of legendary lands
You sing of the legendary cavern
lettered for me.

Some words are
like the spring wind
building with
cherry blossoms
the library
of scent…

Some words
tell
the snows of June
makeshift
a gilded cage
Lit only by a shadow…

Your words are the haze
that glimmer in the distance
Dystopian love
ruling
over eight kingdoms.

One day
I am walking
in a field of poppies
with a sun
that clears
a golden path for me.

The next day
I am bleeding
on thistles and thorns.

You are betrayer
of words
and pilferer of dreams…

Your love expires
every time we drink
the shade of the evening
and the rumours in the stars.

© Iulia Halatz

suddendenouement.com/2018/10/17/lettered-jailer-iulia-halatz

“Writing is an Iron Tale, must be tough and sincere to the core of human perception of pain as valor. I am the grumpy T-Rex who started writing out of pain, not because of a polished world. Writing out of love is painless and herbivore. As we sometimes taste blood, ours or others’. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost…” – Iulia is a teacher, entrepreneur and cyclist.

Writers of the imperfect maps- Iulia Halatz

Writers of the imperfect maps for the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, where words are blades and images glint like fire:

Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn:

suddendenouement.com/2018/09/19/writers-of-the-imperfect-maps-iulia-halatz

© Iulia Halatz

Photography art by Cecil Beaton.

I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Venusberg

Venusberg – Written for the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

She walks slowly
like music

She feels gently
like water caressing
the stone it pierces
in the long haul of time…

The cleavage of a rose
tells all about her beauty.

Fine alabaster lies
In the heart of her skin.
Sweet fruits alive
in the deep velvet
of a green swirl
are dappled with her insurmountable scent.

She catches the tendrils of care
sent by your star
She buries them
in trenches
in her armature of love.
Your breath is
mortgaged to her smile…

Burnished sunsets
chant
the moment
She steps
in the shade of the evening:
“Can you dance on water with I?”

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Melt

Melt – Written for the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

I have shared
land and sky
with you.
I have tasted
blood and honey.
My witch-oil turned
to dragon-fire
at your touch…

Soft fingers laid asleep
until your turmoil
woke them
for so long….

It feels like getting drunk
on old reddish wine
long softened
during times of
War
Equanimity
and
Comets.

What shall I pour in your glass?
Molten flowers
Golden ink
Lucid light
Unicorn mirth…

I dig your veins
for gold.
I find pure
bitter-sweet
amber nuggets.

I fear any story
whose ink
my words
can’t drink…
Yet I drip in yours
ever since.

When your arms call
and your lips
read all my feral kisses
How can there be no heaven?

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Writers of the Imperfect Maps

The naiads have splurged with roses.
Swirls of scented air hover above their clearings.
Without petals and stars they cannot dwell
beneath the glass shine…
Day dreamers see their unfading beauty
in the sands of the fountains.

Their love is
imprecise
built on a foundation
of unicorn-green grass…

Their skeleton
is composed of myrtle and oleander
and moss-covered lungs
heave along with waters driven
by tide…

Their flesh is irrational atoms
that laugh the blood
and rhythm of life
in the veins
that sing the helplessness blues.
White hymnal doors
flung open
on Midsummer’s Eve
at the harvest of ripe and lofty words
and lady’s bedstraw
they found
in the flicker of buried treasures.

Their words shield
the scent of a tuberose
and shelter
the spoils of the evening.

They sing in the wind
“Leave this war with me!”
It is never too late
nor too soon
to wager
on a tear.

These are no Great Songs of indifference
They are the Great Songs of out-of-time
and out-of-life
that light
this new dominion
which is the old…

29 petals of all the flowers
in the world
line up to write a map
draw sounds and borders
in as many secret alphabets
as breathing proof that

Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.

Words are lamps
they shimmer in the vilest of places.
They make dreams
out of particles and matter.
The words in the
29 secret alphabets
burn for all.

© Iulia Halatz

Written in celebration of the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Photo by Cecil Beaton – Lillian Gish 1929