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Song of Spring

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

Spring is a princess
without voice
only fingers
to mix colors
in the rainbows.

She’s got a vessel
for the softest fragrance
pressed in archives
in the Library of Scent…
There are plums
the cherries
and the blooms of vines
escalating
on the earth’s shelves…

Anyone who writes down
to Spring
is simply wasting
a leaf of scent.

No one is ever so poor
as not to write up
music
to all the shades of Spring
and to the dancing stars
to give a gift
of chaos…

© 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.

Anthology Volume I: Writings for the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

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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
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.

What can I give you?

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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.

You

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I wish I loved you
In the summer
When sun pours down
heavy drops of slumber.
Later in the twilights blue
Soft paced winds
Blow glitter
On the moon.

On pathways
Round lilacs and yews
Nights shuffle on leaves
With you in dreams.

© Iulia Halatz

Daniel F. Gerhartz

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Art by Daniel F. Gerhartz.

Castle of Sport

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Being an entrepreneur I need to be happy in order to find creative ways of fitting a giraffe in a fridge* every day.
To be happy, I need my space and time for exercising – at least one hour per day.
The castle of sport is where I live, allegorically. As I have imagination and means for sport-(fortify)ing.

When the sun shines in the sky and in my schedule, I take my bike and head up north to the park, hence my Biking Else Matters stories.

Sometimes I get tired, really tired, but this is the only way I am able to smile for approximately 17 hours a day. And my biking trips come with a lot of perks…Always finding something real and beautiful.

Sunset on the Herăstrău lake:

* how to fit a giraffe into a fridge – a question at a job interview asking about the ability of solving the unsolvable … which has become sort of private joke and story in my “business bestiary” :).

To be continued.

Engleza de joi/ Have an axe to grind

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Have an axe to grind = to have a ​strong ​personal ​opinion about something that you ​want ​people to ​accept and that is the ​reason why you do something.

I have an axe to grind about fairness…

Or as dear Somerset (Maugham) used to say: “It is unsafe to take your reader for more of a fool than he is. ”

 

What I have learned in business is to always dress up the truth in the most beautiful words I can muster.

Julius von Klever

 

When you paint like this, words are speechless…

By Julius von Klever.

A beautiful spring!

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When you catch a dream, you run after another in continuation of the first.

For you, Spring has built so much Love as to fill the sky with blue and the gardens with happy green.

I bid you to live the new days to the full and catch all your dreams in the most beautiful spring of your life!

 

 

'The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies', by Beatrix Potter.

 

Art – ‘The Tale of the Flopsy Bunnies’, by Beatrix Potter (1909).