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All Roads Lead to Rome at Spillwords.com

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All Roads Lead To Rome
written by: lulia Halatz

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All roads lead to Rome
and poetry
– Delmore Schwartz

All words lead to Love
And the poetry in the afterLove

I wish I wrote poems
For the dreamers of barren lands.
They do not go to Rome
They go to places
That cannot be…

© 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.

Stargiver

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A year old poem written for the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective:

Stargiver
by Iulia Halatz

The stars that glisten
on October skies
are green
like water lamps.

I am plotting
a story for you…
Letters are meant
to be sent swirling
my brokenness cripples
my words.
I am silhouetted
letters can’t mix
I need another alphabet.
My alphabet of you
is made of syllables:
Sky
Why
Lie
Shy…

Do not despise
my syllabary
You have a tale
boiling in my chest…..

Once there was an olden boy
His heart grew on thistles
and faint grass
He followed the North Star
like moss
in the duplicated garden.
He told of journeys
in the heart of wind
and memorabilia
of small disasters…

Sparks of thysen
light my waterways
like glowworms
paths of fairies.
In dreams your glint
is stumped
bedeviled
by pink trees and cardboard flowers.

This is not your duplicated garden
it is my cardboard dominion.
There are rooms
For every room there is a wish
to grant.
The stars room gives
a Tomorrow
that you can touch.

The moon room gives
a Yesterday
no longer under
wraps and clothes
of Spring.

I am a crumpled picture
in a secret drawer
barred behind the sunset
creasing more
each dawn…

My picture captures
the beyond
of blossoms
and shy rains
of dew…

I am mine
continuously drawing light
on shady souls
smiling
forlorn
and glorious

In my stargiving…

© Iulia Halatz

Photo – Myrna Loy, 1926

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.

Iulia Halatz – All roads lead to Rome

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All roads lead to Rome
and poetry
– Delmore Schwartz

All words lead to Love
And the poetry in the afterLove

I wish I wrote poems
For the dreamers of barren lands.
They do not go to Rome
They go to places
That cannot be.

Maybe love is a colorless, odorless
shapeless haze
We see through
with the eyes of
the bricked sky,
pathless oceans
walled shrubberies
streeted lunarian trails
breathing and tingling
scents
In the perfect nightmare
of flowers…
Vines reward our sun
with the sweetness
of grapes
wedded in perpetuity with
the linear shades of amber.

From the Good Place
Where joy is an illumination
To the Place that Cannot Be
They would have worn
The silver claw
of the Moon
above their heads
nightly
daily
musingly
vibrantly….

© Iulia Halatz

Art – Vincent van Gogh

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.

Song of Spring

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From the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Spring is a princess
without voice
only fingers
to mix colors
in the rainbows.

She’s got a vessel
for the softest fragrance
pressed in archives
in the Library of Scent…
There are plums
the cherries
and the blooms of vines
escalating
on the earth’s shelves…

Anyone who writes down
to Spring
is simply wasting
a leaf of scent.

No one is ever so poor
as not to write up
music
to all the shades of Spring
and to the dancing stars
to give a gift
of chaos…

© 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.

Greenen Parlor – Iulia Halatz

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From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon

What do you see when you look at night?

The kraken sleeping
in the murk
His thoughts
would change the color
of whom
he once abhorred.

The moon is faint
and builds
the hauberk
of bark
around the dark
with armatures
that are about
to conquer down
the light.

What do you see when you look at love?

Kraken kisses and embraces
of a woman of innocence
unwise, unadorned
untamed.
Slumbering in green tentacles
vividly electric
to pursue in night
unnumbered words
astray from his
wondrous grey
to host in the parlor
the Someone
they desired.

Her untamed soul
drags her love
like Simoom
grabs the grains of sand
in hurdles and pains.

We cannot step
outside love’s iron songs.
Its music
brings falter
in the bones.
It is the alphabet
that guides the waters
to stay together
and roar
North of the wind
glisten
South of the sun…

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Michael Hutter.

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 can I give you? – Iulia Halatz

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From Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon

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.

© 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.

Morning mist

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The mist that
covers my heart
is thick
numbing mornings
and evenings
with the sagacity
of a cubist artifact.

It comes in layers
clinging with fetid fingers
on to the gargoyles
of the old mansion
our love has become.

No surprise from
any shadow
No brush
with velveteen
vulnerable
acts of tenderness.

Dragons and starlings
seem nearer
in the dancey mists

Love is uncovered
in a smile
at first light…
Is that enough?

© Iulia Halatz

Photography art – Grace M.Ballentine – Morning Mist

I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

SORROW-TELL HEART

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I was a pet of some exotic breed
I couldn’t sing above the ground.
Tamed, wounded, half born
Under the dark moon.

It was he
Who taught me
To unsing
Undream
Unbelieve
To him my humane body
Had been a fiery husk
Flickering
Against closed walls.

The garden was above
Dank meadows looming.

Everything I saw in my mind
I could perceive
With the eyes of
A wound,
Pulsating
Festering
Could I still feel the scent
Of night
in the carousel of pain?

I wanted to break
This corrosive perception
And listen to songbird…

Everything that shimmered
In my ears
Was crackling crows
Fruits of mauve trees
Against amber twilight…
In the sundown realm.

The blood of the stars
Had engulfed it…

My heart used to have roots
Into the feeble beams of autumn
After lilacs grew them stronger…

Can you pull me into April?
Or any month
wearing blue odors
And tawny lights…

Pending July
he would be felt on my skin
Like Spring rain
Without Spring.

Sophisticated
Abrasive
Pet
of one color…
I was allowed to contemplate
The flawed days only
through barbed windows…

You lived,
But somewhere else
The black moon turned away
Sheltered steppe
Had no need of garbage flowers

The zest for life
Is fortitude, work
Dream
Of a plain new world
Swept in the ascending
Web of Truth.

© Iulia Halatz

Photography art – Evelyn Nesbit

I am delighted that five of my poems were included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

What can I give you?

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PROUD TO HAVE CONTRIBUTED TO ALIVE WORDS THAT CREATE A WORLD WITHOUT MAPS:

Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

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.

© Iulia Halatz

I am delighted that this poem was included in the Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. The anthology is now available on Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk.

Lettered jailer – Iulia Halatz

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Lettered jailer – My latest poem for Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

You look so sane
potentially careful and serene
Smirk-at-arms
atoning for
the perfumed gaiety
and colorless skies.

The fire in the autumn
dictates the ice in the new moon.

My love,
When are you going to make up your mind?
Set me free
word upon word
I throw in your face
unsubmissive of your bars…
When are you going to break the gloom?
Sorrowless
is your world
You grow your stamina
from my pain…

Minstrels sing of legendary lands
You sing of the legendary cavern
lettered for me.

Some words are
like the spring wind
building with
cherry blossoms
the library
of scent…

Some words
tell
the snows of June
makeshift
a gilded cage
Lit only by a shadow…

Your words are the haze
that glimmers in the distance
Dystopian love
ruling
over eight kingdoms.

One day
I am walking
in a field of poppies
with a sun
that clears
a golden path for me.

The next day
I am bleeding
on thistles and thorns.

You are betrayer
of words
and pilferer of dreams…

Your love expires
every time we drink
the shade of the evening
and the rumours in the stars.

© Iulia Halatz

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“Writing is an Iron Tale, must be tough and sincere to the core of human perception of pain as valor. I am the grumpy T-Rex who started writing out of pain, not because of a polished world. Writing out of love is painless and herbivore. As we sometimes taste blood, ours or others’. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost…” – Iulia is a teacher, entrepreneur and cyclist.