Love in the time of summer
is like blistering dreams
Starting shivers in the lonely slumber
Daunted in the arms of dead hours
flying like bats
Until dawn.
Art – Alphonse Mucha, The Moon and the Stars, 1902.
Love in summer
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Category Archives: My poems
Loving
He is fairer than Spring,
Wiser than my unread library,
Tenderer than a feather
in the newly-stirred autumn wind.
“I tell you, the more I think it over, the more I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”
— Vincent Van Gogh
Avenue of poplars in autumn by Vincent van Gogh.
Lost
The most difficult thing in life is not loss.
It is to move on after your heart has left your body.
It is to keep breathing with a hole in your chest.
It is living on cold embers whilst being used to taming the fire.
Art by Andrew Ferez.
Hope
Hope is a wounded seagull
perched on a blue cliff
in mid storm.
It is the beautiful girl giving you a smile
and words that smell like midnight lilies.
Hope is the nadir
of this imperfect world.
Art by Christian Schloe.
The serpent slayer
She quit pretending she needs a hero.
She is her hero
Her own sun and stars.
She is her sunset above the sea
She is her moon in late twilights
She is her words making pools of smiles
For whom she adores.
She is the serpent slayer
and every day is a day of thunder and love.
Art – Water snakes by Gustav Klimt.
You
I wish I loved you
In the summer
When sun pours down
heavy drops of slumber.
Later in the twilights blue
Soft paced winds
Blow glitter
On the moon.
On pathways
Round lilacs and yews
Nights shuffle on leaves
With you in dreams.
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Daniel F. Gerhartz.
A place in the sun
My place in the sun
is where I found
the realm
of red pansies
amid the green grass
that fancies
a stroll at dusk
under merry shrubs
of tansies.
Art by Michael and Inessa Garmash.
Tenderness is the currency of Love
If you want my love
Pay me in tenderness
Each day.
Art – Matrix of Love by Vladimir Kush.
Engleza de joi/ Hauberk
Hauberk = a tunic of chain mail worn as defensive armor from the 12th to the 14th century.
My hauberk protects me
of all the artwords
Created in the absence
of Love.
Art by Sergey Kustarev – Russian Realist painter born in 1973.
Love Labyrinth
Labyrinth is called
The love
outstretching and unending
like the gusts
of fadeless despair…
Against the mild dews
in pure mornings.
Tomorrows spread
and dawn always
Whilst the scent of your
Love is immortal.
Love is not love
if created in a feeling
of today.
Art – Joaquim Mir – The Labyrinth.