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A Celebration of Clouds

“Clouds are thoughts without words.” – Mark Strand

One Little Cloud Is Out To-day
by Annette Wynne
One little cloud is out to-day,
One little cloud, and a whole big sky for play—
What a big place for a little one,
Shine out, you big round sun,
Shine out and frighten the little lone cloud, I pray,
The sun shone out and the cloud ran away!

The Rainbow
by Christina Rossetti
Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier far than these.

The Clouds
by Anonymous
“Clouds that wander through the sky,
Sometimes low and sometimes high;
In the darkness of the night,
In the sunshine warm and bright.
Ah! I wonder much if you
Have any useful work to do.”

The Cloud
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.

To a Cloud
by William Cullen Bryant
Beautiful cloud! with folds so soft and fair,
Swimming in the pure quiet air!
Thy fleeces bathed in sunlight, while below
Thy shadow o’er the vale moves slow;
Where, midst their labour, pause the reaper train
As cool it comes along the grain.

Clouds
by John Brainard
Ye clouds, who are the ornament of heaven,
Who give to it its gayest shadowings,
And its most awful glories; ye who roll
In the dark tempest, or at dewy evening
Hang low in tenderest beauty; ye who, ever
Changing your Protean aspects, now are gather’d,
Like fleecy piles, when the mid sun is brightest,
Even in the height of heaven, and there repose,

In Cloudy Weather
by Ruby Archer
Where is my halcyon blue?
The grudging sky is overcast.
Where is my dowering sun?
A glory past.

Clouds
by Frank Dempster Sherman
The sky is full of clouds to-day,
And idly, to and fro,
Like sheep across the pasture, they
Across the heavens go.
I hear the wind with merry noise
Around the housetops sweep,
And dream it is the shepherd boys,—
They’re driving home their sheep.


Photos by the author

Contemplating Eternity

Romania is a prolific country for a pandemonium of artistic expression, starting with literature, the fine arts, and lately, the art of perfumery. Because, even though we no longer live on these plains, the original Romanian soul feels solidarity with these geographical views in its eternal depths, and we keep a faint heavenly recollection of them in a sorrowful corner of our hearts.

Excerpt from Adi Ale Van’s Universe: Contemplating Eternity, my article on Fragrantica.com.

AI-generated image based on my words above

The road less travelled…

Politics is the road less travelled by women. I do believe we must be guided on this road because each of us has a story to tell. The story of the small celestial world we bear on our frail shoulders like so many miniature Atlases. We must be aided to make it bigger.
I have taken the road less travelled by being empowered to speak, to use my word-work in praise of our dreams, hopes, and determination to transcend our tiny realities into a macrocosm that breathes along with our heartbeats. I am already part of an international community that empowers women to have a voice.

I have named all these acts of empowerment: “Workwomanship”.

These words granted me attendance to a “Women in Politics” Workshop. Politics is not really my thing but I have a flair for humane communication and always crave learning new things.

Please check my “Workwomanship” board on Pinterest –https://ro.pinterest.com/halatz/workwomanship/

Art by Daniel F. Gerhartz.
Medium/Literary Impulse also featured this piece: https://medium.com/…/the-road-less-travelled-6e332d14d09e

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
Here … on Blue Insights.

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 highlighting my words.

© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
Thank you for reading!

Featured on Blue Insights, a Medium publication.

Art – Christian Schloe. Source: Pinterest

Midspring

Yesterday I encountered the most beautiful magnolia. It looked unreal.

I once wrote that, when looking at the magnolia flowers, I understand why in fairytales, the princess asks for a twig with flowers… in midwinter.
Now, in midspring, they are surely flawless.

Hello April!

“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.”
Pablo Neruda

Photos by me taken in the Herăstrău park, Bucharest.

Resistance Poetry 2020.05

Resistance Poetry 2020.05 at Medium.com

“Spirit speaks to us in metaphor, the language of the soul, the language of poetry. It is for us to heed the whispers, connect the dots, draw the lessons, act.” – Meg Barclay
View the full article at Medium.com: https://medium.com/resistance-poetry/resistance-poetry-2020-05-abd6f3e46637

Photo by Meg Barclay

Fold your life in two

Fold your life in two. Where are you? What are you doing?

I am a struggling starving student, in between graduation and my postgraduate exams (I followed the postgraduate courses of English Methodology and language teaching).
I am all alone in the big city trying to make ends meet. I am studying for my finals and gathering information for completing my degree. I spend my days torn between work and the fascination of libraries (for the past month I have been “dwelling” in the impressive Library of the Romanian Academy).

Between the covers of my thesis I have put two most loved topics, Greek Mythology and the Victorian writers and molded them into “Gods in Exile”. The banishment of the Greek gods from the dreamy and adorned Victorian poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson, Robert Browning, Elisabeth Barret Browning, Dante Gabriel Rossetti, was an exciting and extremely exotic journey:
“I have been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.” – Dante Gabriel Rossetti
during which I heard the zephyr stirring, magic windows appeared into unbreakable walls, bluer seas sang in my sleep, foamy rivers condemned me to contemplation.
But life is difficult, I am consumed with the lack of time for my studies and fatigue and of course, money is scarce. It was one of the most difficult year ever.

“Pain doesn’t destroy language: it changes it. What is difficult is not impossible. ” Anne Boyer on the articulation of pain.

“To write with the truth of pain in your mouth is gruesome poetry … You’ll have to cut out your heart with every word and show it to the world, then hope it will heal. This is how the light gets in, also the dark. To acknowledge fear, defeat, despair and pretend serenity of a lesson learned while patching up the wounds is … Life.” – From my Tyranosaurus Writing

I have always been fascinated with Dante Gabriel Rossetti, poet of words and colours.