Category Archives: Invisible stories

I Don’t Want the Summer to End

I don’t want the summer to end
That is why I try to suspend
My thoughts of winters and grey
Garnering drops of snow and dismay.

I don’t want the summer to end
That is why I am hand in hand
With clouds and planets blue,
Roses and treasures that have no clue
Of corrupt winds and misty reign
In the apocalypse of rain.

I don’t want the summer to end…

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

Art by Daniel Gerhartz. Source: Pinterest
Also featured at Poetry’s Home, a Medium publication.

Lest we forget

My latest at Blue Insights, a Medium publication.

You are better than unicorns
and moonshine combined.

You are better than gossamer
and fireflies entwined.

Make sure to notice
the collateral beauty
of dreaming and dreading,
wishing and fearing,
abysses and mountains,
venom and honey
in a kiss
that numbs
and talks to my heart
about the color of a feeling.

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

Art by Helen Flockhart. Source: Pinterest

Writer for a new Medium publication

I am honored to have been invited to write for another Medium publication, Literary Impulse.
A community space for LITERARY FICTION, POETRY, PHILOSOPHY, POLITICS AND DIALOGUE with a mission of ‘social change through creative endeavours’.

Over the years, writing has shaped my inner and outer life.
I started writing because 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.” – Tyrannosaurus Writing

Then I kept on writing because:
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

Presently I write for the following Medium publications: Blue Insights (to which I am also editor), Poetry’s Home, My Selections, Resistance Poetry, Intimately Intricate.

For me, writing is entering other worlds with my written words as keys.
Words open many doors. In written form or not.

Thank you for reading!

Also published on Substack.

Art by Christian Schloe. Source: Pinterest.

Letters from the wind

Today there is received
The Word of Words
The clouds of the blue
The Fern Flower
The treasure lost
in the deep of the seven mountains…

Your letter makes me
Fly
above the moon
Dream
throngs of dreams
See
billion stars
Guide
million birds
to summer lands

Taking me away

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Jackie Morris. Source: Pinterest

Happy International Women’s day!

International Women’s Day (March 8) is a global day celebrating the social, economic, cultural, and political achievements of women.

On this day, I am happy and grateful for the toil and endeavours of the many women along history, without the efforts of whom I could not have been what I have become: a strong woman with choices. I was able to choose to study, to have a career, to write my bold words, to vote and to be voted for.

A merry day for all the women of this world!

I illustrate with a picture of one of my favourite artists: Remedios Varo

What friends?

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.

Aftermath

Aftermath
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,
And the dry leaves strew the path;
With the falling of the snow,
With the cawing of the crow,
Once again the fields we mow
And gather in the aftermath.

Not the sweet, new grass with flowers
Is this harvesting of ours;
Not the upland clover bloom;
But the rowen mixed with weeds,
Tangled tufts from marsh and meads,
Where the poppy drops its seeds
In the silence and the gloom.

Art – Samuel Palmer, Harvest Moon, The Weald, Kent, 1833


Also featured at Quora.com.

Fairy Tales

“When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
C. S. Lewis

Art – Edmund Dulac