Category Archives: My poems

To Be in Love

The Sea is a fickle lover
One day sweet as
honey dew
The other bitter
like sin…
that makes you
fall harder
as if hit
by a ton of bricks
made of water glass
Sincerity.

It loves you back
with ardor
You have been dissolved…
Both limbs and heart
know no more
than
liquid love
that once was only
words…

© Iulia Halatz

Also featured at Medium.com/ Poetry’s Home

Photo by me, taken on Zakynthos island.

Fortitude

Fortitude
Blue Insights Cultural Prompt — May 2021

We are all fighters in trenches
and defiers on battlefields.

We are all thinkers
of simplicities and beauties.

We are all carriers
of hopes and smiles.

We are all dreamers
of strange countries
full of secrets and dreams.

We are all lovers
of abysmal seas
and sunlight glare.

We are all cherishers
of truth and magic.

We are all travelers
On untrodden paths
amidst unruffled nights
and shimmering fireflies.

We are all storytellers
in a defiant era
of storms…

We are all…

For the Blue Insights Cultural Prompt — May 2021, I have chosen “Fortitude”.

Art — Kobayashi Kiyochika, “Fireflies at Ochanomizu”. Source — Facebook

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

Whatever

Whatever I consider important
The trees don’t care.

Wherever I shed my tears
The flowers don’t know.

Some days have the glitter of butterflies’ wings
Some glint like the fires of Mordor.
Some have the clear shine of truth
Drifting away…
Some the warmth of
a broken heart
Who died
And became Art.

© Iulia Halatz

Art – Wolfgang Harms. Source: Pinterest

Wolfgang Harms

Featured at Medium.com.

Winter Glass

Up the arduous sky
The wind made powder
of tinted clouds
Whose dreams of winter
endure too long
in the realm.

Cold has gone cool
with wings of white doves
beating
the thin brisk air
to keep the snowdust
at bay.

© Iulia Halatz

Art — Phillip Koch. Source — Pinterest


Also featured at Medium.

Love in line

Love drips
out of my lines.

There is not ink
But sweetness and joy
protruding in small afternoons

befuddled
in glimpses of light
dancing on leaves
and ruby flowers…

When skies glance
at the coolness of moonshine
and butterflies kept in a dream
smile till dawn,

Do not forget…

As long as you feel
the brush of the evening’s wind
coiling like a wild animal

You are as young as
the new roses this year…

Art – Dani Soon – Source – https://dionisopunk.com/

Happy World Poetry Day!

“These verses have become a thing and one can take them off the page and throw them at a window, and the window would break. That’s what words can do!”  
― Daniil Kharms, Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings  

And a selection from my writings:

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.

………………………………..
Knifed

I aim at dreams
knife them
as trophies on my wall.
I can always
take one down,
quench the thirst
of a turbulent wound
with
tainted endearment
from the poisoned well

We dug and drained
under the wing of
One night.
I’m in love
with a stabbed dream.

Under my skin
Rumors of thyself
move clouds upon the moon…

© Iulia Halatz

Olga Wisinger-Florian

As always, I am humbled and honored to be a Medium writer.

Spoils of the Evening

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

Pirate Love

Pirating love
is hunting the fields
in early May dreams
for fireflies and roses alike
to keep them barred
in jars and bottles with light

until your heart
inflames to the touch

and burns
from drinking shades of the evening
and hues of the stars

only to spark
in the dark
as source of delight
in torn summer nights

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Andrea Kowch.

Cobweb Dance at Medium

HE loves me
He keeps my tears
at bay
in a corner crystal ball
and my heart in a field of molten flowers*.
I want to loose the yarn
Again he pours
crimson dew on my weary tales
whilst I am not looking…
It warms like midnight kisses…

My mind smells
the sweet cinnamon
glueing his words together
My eyes see naught
But my garden lilies caught
in cobweb intoxicating grip
and exhilarating dance…

Iulia Halatz

*Source of inspiration – The B-52’s.

Art – Cobweb Dance by Charles Courtney Curran.

https://medium.com/blueinsight/cobweb-dance-bda63d4652d5