I know someone
who kisses the way
a flower opens,
but more rapidly. – Mary Oliver
I know someone
who breathes as soft
as stories
find nests into lives.
I know someone
who touches
the sunset light
in the sycamores.
I know someone
who kisses
in Binary Code
One in spirit
One in flesh…
Art by Viktor Vasnetsov.
Writing is
quieting the burns
from people’s thoughts and deeds
And dissolving
all knowledge
that this will
ever happen…
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Andrea Kowch.
Iron fairies
Never stoop to worry
At clever inventions
Of thoughts
Coming from up North
to hasten the revival of aloft
shimmer-like words
that shape and betray
the troth
between spiders and gossamers
to yarn
the magic of the moon above
the bounty of the greens in May
the pleasure of the fields to stay
till cobwebs sparkle with dews
and decay…
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Helen Flockhart.
My blooming chart says
Love is not Love
that could not resist
the flowers to seed,
bloom,
bask in the moon,
wither in the wind
and wait patiently in the ground
more agains than springs…
© Iulia Halatz
Art By Michael Cheval.
This is an old poem.
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…
Art by Andrea Kowch.
These are the Unicorn Days
Carved in gold and diamonds
from the mountains,
Molded in solid water
from the fairies’ well
Sang in choruses
by daffodils leaning on the feathered wings
of night eastern winds,
Claimed by a broken chunk of heart
that knows no sparse amounts
of Love…
Clustered green of untamed grasses
and feral blossoming storms
in the souls of plum flowers
Rage
until the fields breathe
the 100 names for Spring
and become
The Unicorn’s envy…
Art by Vincent van Gogh.
My secret castle
lies in Spring
at the corner
of vernal vicious winds…
Surrounded by lilacs
and violets blue
Prolonged in the hue
of abstaining pink…
Faces and rivers
smile in the sun
Patience is nowhere to be found
as ethereal blooms
Expect the moons
to ignite from early
copper twilights…
Lilacs are the surreal kisses
of Spring
Clinging like stardust
to butterflies’ wings.
They color the dark
wink to the larks
And wait for the bees
to appease…
Written for and at the suggestion of Marie – mariewilliams53.wordpress.com.
Art by Sergey Tutunov.
Multiple facets
of benevolence, friendship and kindness
have been engraved
on my heart
whose green veins tremble
with happiness and delight
at seeing, reading and admiring
your exquisite words-of-art and flowing imagery
Here…
………………………………………………………………………
Your minds drew letters
Upon my soul
I will wear them always
To humble and subdue
All the shimmers of the world.
This is my modest “payment” for the beauty and joy you have given me through knowing you and your beautiful art and my “currency” in thanking you for reading, appreciating and sharing my words.
Happy World Poetry Day!
Art – Magic realism by Christian Schloe.
Buried moon, buried moon
Who to talk about at noon
When dreams are plundered by light
And powdered in gold and charcoal dust.
Crescent fairies are sad in the rouse
and at falter to surmise
the scanty slumbering traces
that led stupors into trenches.
The owners of the light
Do not know its might
and the pleasure of the sun
to astound and burn above…
Buried moon, buried moon
I want you soon
As to play my feral dreams
around the all surviving tunes!
Art – Buried Moon by Edmund Dulac.
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.
Art by Helen Flockhart.
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.