Category Archives: Art and words

What is the most difficult poem to write?

What is the most difficult poem to write?

The one that does not come from your heart.

“Honesty matters. Vulnerability matters. Being open about who you were at a moment in time when you were in a difficult or an impossible place matters more than anything. – Neil Gaiman

“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.” – fragment from my Tyranosaurus Writing.

Art – Peter Mork Monsted

Write it on your heart

“Write it on your heart
that every day is the best day in the year.
He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day
who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.
You have done what you could.
Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.
Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;
begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit
to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,
with its hopes and invitations,
to waste a moment on the yesterdays.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Art – Henri Martin (1860-1943 ; French painter). Source: Facebook

On Winter Leave

My latest at Blue Insights, a Medium publication

Today I am on winter leave
As my soul is too heavy
with all the snowdrops,
violets and perfumes of spring…

Your heart is wondrous
and alone
till you find me
aching for lilies of the valley.

© Iulia Halatz
Thank you for reading!

Art — Julius von Klever. Source: Pinterest

Captivity of Love

Like morning haze
clinging to sycamores
So is my love
Captive in the cave
of swimmers dancing
in the flicker of fires
Casting shadows
of things
that could be…

© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
Also featured at Blue Insights, a Medium publication.

Art – John Singer Sargent. Source: Pinterest

The Moon and the Sixpence

“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong?” – Jack London (Martin Eden)

You belong with the legions of toil that must grub in the dirt for the sixpence. You belong with the legions that dare lift their eyes to contemplate the moon to substitute food for the dance of imagination. You belong with the vulgar and with the spirited being what carries the tinge of heaven in a smile.

You belong with all that is hard, low and unbeautiful, yet you dare live with the stars and make stardust trails. You belong by rights with the legions of strive, nevertheless in one corner of the mind there is an inverted eye that yearns for the lunarian shape-shifting beauty.

You belong by rights to creativity and labor. Creativity is vision or as Samuel Butler vanguardly put (almost two centuries ago): “When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.”

Creativity is strategy. Strategy must vary as does the moon.

We are not so busy looking at the moon that we do not see the sixpence at our feet. Nor are we so engulfed in drudge that we do not see the sky. We’d better see the moon and the sixpence all at once. Our dreams and our toils should answer all our questions in the change of crescents to vanishing waning moons.

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Inma Gonzales Vazquez.

Also featured at Literary Impulse, a Medium publication.

Love Labyrinth

Labyrinth is called
The love
outstretching and unending
like the gusts
of fadeless despair…
Against the mild dews
in pure mornings.

Tomorrows spread
and dawn always
Whilst the scent of your
Love is immortal.

Love is not love
if created in a feeling
of today.

© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
Thank you for reading!
Also featured at Blue Insights, a Medium publication.
Art – Joaquim Mir — The Labyrinth. Source: Fineartamerica.com

Hope

Hope is a wounded seagull
perched on a blue cliff
in mid storm.

It is the beautiful girl giving you a smile
and words that smell like midnight lilies.

Hope is the nadir
of this imperfect world.

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

My latest poem at Poetry’s Home, a Medium publication.

Art by Christian Schloe. Source: Facebook