Steal the sun
With gilded sincerity.
Place it in your heart
with silvery fingers.
Touch lives with the same warmth.
If you do not have money to decorate your life with precious artifacts, decorate life with precious deeds and meaningful words. Words that speak to hearts and make them see the precious artifacts they are.
©Iulia Halatz
Art – Serena Malyon,The Veil of Night
Also featured at Medium.com.
“In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music
Every spring
I hear the thrush singing
in the glowing woods
he is only passing through.
His voice is deep,
then he lifts it until it seems
to fall from the sky.
I am thrilled.
I am grateful.
Then, by the end of morning,
he’s gone, nothing but silence
out of the tree
where he rested for a night.
And this I find acceptable.
Not enough is a poor life.
But too much is, well, too much.
Imagine Verdi or Mahler
every day, all day.
It would exhaust anyone.”
Mary Oliver – A Thousand Mornings.
Art – Adele Karmazyn
“Mărțișor is an old tradition celebrated all over Romania every year, on March 1st.
The name Mărțișor is a diminutive of March (Martie in Romanian). It is believed that the person who wears the red and white string would enjoy a prosperous and healthy year.”
I have the sun
and the full moons,
The air and the water
blue.
The memories of
the sweet hills
and the crescent moon
keeping the vineyards
in bloom.
For my love
I would give
My hills
wrapped in balmy
vine flowers.
“If I can stop a heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain”. – Emily Dickinson
© Iulia Halatz
Art – Jo March (British, b.1962)
Poetry featured at Medium/Blue Insights publication.
Coffee and Somerset for me …
W. Somerset Maugham- 25 January 1874 – 16 December 1965.
Uncanny observer of human nature and my personal trainer and influencer:
“It was a night so beautiful that your soul seemed hardly able to bear the prison of the body.”
“Irony is a gift of the gods, the most subtle of all the modes of speech. It is an armour and a weapon; it is a philosophy and a perpetual entertainment; it is food for the hungry of wit and drink to those thirsting for laughter…”
“The faculty for myth is innate in the human race. It seizes with avidity upon any incidents, surprising or mysterious, in the career of those who have at all distinguished themselves from their fellows, and invents a legend to which it then attaches a fanatical belief. It is the protest of romance against the commonplace of life.”
“All the words I use in my stories can be found in the dictionary—it’s just a matter of arranging them into the right sentences.”
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His stories are as simple and as beautiful as cherry blossoms in the moonlight
Art – Kaii Higashiyama, Cherry blossoms in the moonlight, 1982
“Who are you?”
I asked.
I am a piece of heaven
that reveals the most
to ones in love…
They see the sea
and the tiptoeing stars
barely touching the milky lanes.
Under constellations
Their faces glitter
with words released
yet not spoken…
They are the children
of the stars…
that take away the meaning
of twilights and dawns.
The dust of stars
speaks more
than the sun.
Iulia Halatz
Corfiot Moon by the author
Featured at Medium.com/Blue Ingsights
“Tell the whole truth. Don’t be lazy, don’t be afraid. Close the critic out when you are drafting something new. Take chances in the interest of clarity of emotion.
Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Work regular hours.”
–Jane Kenyon
Art by Eugene Lushpin.
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones
When I’m not in the right place
I take a step
look into the heart
of a stone
cloud
moonbeam
memory
and get drunk
with the shades
of night’s wish
to light the world…
© Iulia Halatz
Also published at Medium.com.
I am honored to be a Medium writer and editor.
Art – Hans Dieter
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
– W.B. Yeats
Art – Eilif Peterssen
