Category Archives: Wordsmith

Every Day a Little Dream

I long for a dream,
within a dream
that clears the sight
of you.

I am asleep and asleep
I feel nothing
But the cradle of your arms
like orange snakes
thrashing fears around…

Black and white tale
Shall that be…

Every night a little dream
in the dead of sleep
in the depth of you…
………………………………..
Words spatter lights
in pools.
Do not squander their yellow glare
To guard you through winter…

Featured at Poetry’s Home, at Medium.com.

© Iulia Halatz

Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.

Art — Ivan Volkov, Tatiana Larina’s Dream from Pushkin’s ‘Eugene Onegin’, 1891. Source – Facebook

A Shark Tale

“Back in the days when storytelling was the main form of entertainment, tales of mythical creatures abounded. Today we seem to indulge in the mere scraps of what was once an epic feast of legend.”

In this modern age, there appears another mythical creature, the shark, a protean-like coiling in the grass type of snake, ready to turn your business proceedings and agreements into dust with swift smooth-tongued, loaded Questions…

As an entrepreneur I have started small. I am still small fish and I deal with sharks, corporate companies. I have created my ‘corporate’ culture from scratch, and I have developed my business solely through growth hacking.
What I have learned when trying to impose my imaginative but new small company culture to the sophisticated corporates is to strike gold, provided you know who you are and consequently, the “protocol” to offer and create huge amounts of Value and solve problems. The more problems you solve, the better you speak the shark tongue.

Tim Ferriss once said, “A person’s success in life can usually be measured by the number of uncomfortable conversations he or she is willing to have.”

Sharks’ words are never comfortable as they know no mercy and smell fear and disorder from afar. Whomever has never been told that his/her products or services are useless doesn’t know how to shine a carefully chosen smile in the face of the creature with disposable teeth, and sink into the right order of things. Which is there are other sharks. But when a big shark says to you, “you are no good”, then you are (good), because you are there sharing the same table, conference room and presentation… On this gleeful occasion I am thanking all the sharks in my life, the ones who have taught me to smile at the glint of rejection, and the ones who have taught me that:

“Everything you want is on the other side of fear.” – Jack Canfield

© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.

Art by Michael Sowa. Source – Pinterest

Friend or foe?

Garcia Marquez wrote: “The worst enemy of politicians is a writer.”

I am “two in one”, writer and politician, so what does that make me?
Thanks to my dual nature, I can hide underneath the skin of a writer and shapeshift whenever necessary.
Politicians are no writers because writers write about the truth of their existence or others’. Everything a writer imagines is a form of reality lived in a different world.
In order to survive, you must carry no weight of feeling in the crooked factuality of politics.

As
“A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought, and can vary greatly in colour and content depending on the context in which it is used.”
Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

And
I miss the good old times when I used to find peace in front of a blank white paper. Presently I am searching for the remains of that feeling.
I always write my feelings on paper, then I type them. Encasing my words first in arranged and perfect letters seems a sacrilege for me.

I illustrate with this painting because this is where I usually live. My world is always at dusk, as this is the golden hour of the day.
Luigi Russolo – Nocturne Landscape

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.

Thank you for reading!

© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.

Art — Water snakes by Gustav Klimt. Source — Pinterest

Letters from the wind

Today there is received
The Word of Words
The clouds of the blue
The Fern Flower
The treasure lost
in the deep of the seven mountains…

Your letter makes me
Fly
above the moon
Dream
throngs of dreams
See
billion stars
Guide
million birds
to summer lands

Taking me away

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Jackie Morris. Source: Pinterest

Be like water

“You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.” – Bruce Lee

In the whirlwinds of our existence we don’t look at Things… We are petrified in the rat race. When was the last time you saw the stars? A flower, the blossoming trees? Felt the wind on your face?… I have read that only 80 people on earth can remember every single day of their lives. So why should you be so angry or miserable today, when you won’t even remember Today? We probably remember the best of days that trampled upon our souls in shimmering happiness.

Be like water! Change color and flow…

There are no straight lines or sharp corners in nature. Therefore, buildings must have no straight lines or sharp corners. – Antoni Gaudi
Maybe the rumors are right, maybe Gaudi was counselled by a fairy about his high-end innovative, dream-like “curved” architecture. In this respect I am relieved and resolved to keep on talking with the fairies that at times whisper soft and pleasurable words into my ears.

Also a fairy has told me that in Love, space is curved, not straight… As Love is the most natural thing of things to feel and to flow in as if in water, smoothly and naturally spreading walls of scented charm like innocently does a plum tree. Amend the curves, give valor to them and expect nothing.
Do you think the moon expects applause when it shines above dense darkness and blinking eyes in the murky forests?

Art – Vladimir Kush

Source – Facebook

From my Substack newsletter The Stripes: https://iulia.substack.com/p/be-like-water

A beautiful Spring!

When you catch a dream, you run after another in continuation of the first.
For you, Spring has built so much Love as to fill the sky with blue and the gardens with happy green.

I bid you to live the new days to the full and catch all your dreams in the most beautiful spring of your life!

Iulia Halatz

Art – Peder Mork Mønsted (Danish painter, 1859 – 1949)

Happy Mărțișor everyone!

“Mărțișor is an old tradition celebrated all over Romania every year, on March 1st.
The name Mărțișor is a diminutive of March (Martie in Romanian). It is believed that the person who wears the red and white string would enjoy a prosperous and healthy year.”

Cobweb Dance at Medium

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…

Iulia Halatz

*Source of inspiration – The B-52’s.

Art – Cobweb Dance by Charles Courtney Curran.

https://medium.com/blueinsight/cobweb-dance-bda63d4652d5

Meet the moon

Going for Water
Robert Frost – 1874-1963

The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;

Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.

We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees
, The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.

Lilian May Miller – Moon rise over a Kyoto hillside, 1924