Category Archives: My poems

The Merman’s rhyme

He has no love
but music
and cold whispering trees
that were in bloom
under the last dim moon.

He has seen
the unseizable moors
that glitter and dance
in the wandering waves.

He has crossed his Rubicon
The enchantress’ songs
took him along
until he crossed the line of
glimmering waters and fog
with a feral nod.

Art by Kinuko Y. Craft.

Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

Myth and Mirth

“The poet Rilke looked at a statue of Apollo about fifty years ago, and Apollo spoke to him. ‘You must change your life,’ he said. When true myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life.
Ursula K. Le Guin ~ “Myth and Archetype in Science Fiction”

I look at Vincent van Gogh‘s zest and he spoke to me. “You must see the truth.”

I look at Michael Cheval‘s dance of color and he spoke to me. “You must believe in magic.”

I look at Remedios Varo‘s wild fire and she spoke to me. “You must acquiesce your dark side.”

 

 

Steal the sun

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.

 

Cobweb dance

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…

 

*Source of inspiration – The B-52’s.

Art – Cobweb Dance by Charles Courtney Curran.

 

Moon and Mine

“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

My last sea holiday this year has been putting ideas in my heart. Yet, again.
Pictures taken in Corfu.

I am a forest

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
Friederich Nietzsche

I am a cloud, and a siege of tornadoes: but he who is not afraid of my swirl, will find banks of rainbows beneath my grey.
I am a gale, and the yearn to push boats ahaven: but he who is not afraid of my blow, will fly with the skylarks.
I am a sea, and a green of waves: but he who is not afraid of my abyss, will swim away with the mermaids.
I am the night, and the thrill of dark dreams: but he who is not afraid of my nightmares, will fall sleep with the daffodils.

 

The moon

In the evening
with my eyelashes
I kill all the events of the day
I choke perceptions and
reveries green
That could be real
Pending dream.

In the evening

with my fingers

I spin yarns

For your sweet bedlams…

“I’ll be looking at the moon,
but I’ll be seeing you.”
Michael Ondaatje

 

Art by Yajuro Takashima.

Iulia Halatz
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.

What is the sound of a feeling?

It is what you hear
as vibe of Love
like thunderstorms
stripping the coat
of your soul.
You are undressed and protected
when sounds propagate
to create a garden of lilies

touching the ravishing gold
of water
rippling with innocence
and magnificence
in the winds
in the winters
and in the snows of June.

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Julius Von Klever.

 

Trail away

Trail me away
with questions
and the weight of your love.
Abyss is not yet invented
Just seen in shadow moons…

Cast me away
with a thought
replenishing with haze
in mid mountain mornings…

I carry feelings
in my pockets
and stories of you
to guard my garden of lilies…

Every night
I wash myself of you
until another one comes written…

 

Reposting an old poem from 2015.

Art by John William Waterhouse.