My brand-new poem written for Medium.com
https://medium.com/@iuliahalatz
The smallness of the evening
Gives new beatings
In my heart.
Ding-dongs
In the color of the falling night
Dynastic stars support
The sky like so many
Miniature Atlases
I need a bigger one
To hold the
Heavy empty void
Of the soul
I lay myself
To sleep in the arms
Of snow living suns
They can never melt
They keep me going
Like flames
In the blue glass.
Thaw it and
Wisely return to fire….
Some time ago, Exulansis prompted me to start writing and to have penned a place of my own making. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost.
Art – Harald Slott-Møller 1918
About Iulia Halatz
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud…As dreams cost nothing… On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Spillwords.com, Medium.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
