Category Archives: Personal

Love nebula

I believe that above everything there hovers a Nebula of love.
And randomly, one builds a stairway to the nebula and starts throwing buckets of love to you.

Because it is sweet and warm, you confuse it with wild rain drops in midsummer or huge snowflakes or just candyfloss.

Whenever I feel the beautiful rain and the snowflakes thawing fire on my cheek, I’ll know you’re there in the nebula, dumping buckets full of love in my head…

Art by Rafal Olbinski.

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.

The poetic trip

The poetic trip that one takes
is looking at the moon
in laughter
through the palms
of the palm tree.

And the Orion constellation
shimmering stars down
engulfs you in light.

I stop in thought
of a better place
As the trails of stars are reminders…

The poetic trip is
When you find the air
that smells like cypresses and wild withered flowers
and the golden breeze fretting secrets
that we only know.

 

This poem has become a bespoke present for a beautiful person.

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Biking in the happy city

I come in many shapes, one of them being the “extension” of a two-wheeled vehicle.
I am a keen biker and a keen photographer by my phone.
Hence the poor quality of my pictures.
Cycling is easier without the weight of a camera and if I fall, I can’t even begin to think about the damage inflicted …upon my camera :).

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Love is the fifth season

Love is the fifth season.
It starts in March
With shines of longer days,
guarding the waters more.

It moves along with
greens and joys of May.
It flourishes above the lilacs
And with you I sleep
Amidst lilies-of-the-valley…

It drifts down July dusks
Colored in bluish touches.
……………………………………………
October is the beginning of times
Cutting edges and bringing back
Memories of youth.
Now it is the season to embrace
The truth.

Ivan Tzarevitch

Art by Ivan Tzarevitch.