Category Archives: Wordsmith

The Merman’s rhyme

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He has no love
but music
and cold whispering trees
that were in bloom
under the last dim moon.

He has seen
the unseizable moors
that glitter and dance
in the wandering waves.

He has crossed his Rubicon
The enchantress’ songs
took him along
until he crossed the line of
glimmering waters and fog
with a feral nod.

Art by Kinuko Y. Craft.

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.

Cobweb dance

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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…

 

*Source of inspiration – The B-52’s.

Art – Cobweb Dance by Charles Courtney Curran.

 

Moon and Mine

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“Who are you?”
I asked.

I am a piece of heaven
that reveals the most
to ones in love…

They see the sea
and the tiptoeing stars
barely touching the milky lanes.

Under constellations
Their faces glitter
with words released
yet not spoken…
They are the children
of the stars…
that take away the meaning
of twilights and dawns.

The dust of stars
speaks more
than the sun.

© Iulia Halatz

My last sea holiday this year has been putting ideas in my heart. Yet, again.
Pictures taken in Corfu.

The moon

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In the evening
with my eyelashes
I kill all the events of the day
I choke perceptions and
reveries green
That could be real
Pending dream.

In the evening

with my fingers

I spin yarns

For your sweet bedlams…

“I’ll be looking at the moon,
but I’ll be seeing you.”
― Michael Ondaatje

 

Art by Yajuro Takashima.

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 moon and the sixpence

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“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong?” – Jack London (Martin Eden)

You belong with the legions of toil that must grub in the dirt for the sixpence. You belong with the legions that dare lift their eyes to contemplate the moon to substitute food for the dance of imagination. You belong with the vulgar and with the spirited being what carries the tinge of heaven in a smile.

You belong with all that is hard, low and unbeautiful, yet you dare live with the stars and make stardust trails. You belong by rights with the legions of strive, nevertheless in one corner of the mind there is an inverted eye that yearns for the lunarian shape-shifting beauty.

You belong by rights to creativity and labor. Creativity is vision or as Samuel Butler vanguardly put (almost two centuries ago):  “When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.”

Creativity is strategy. Strategy must vary as does the moon.

We are not so busy looking at the moon that we do not see the sixpence at our feet. Nor are we so engulfed in drudge that we do not see the sky. We’d better see the moon and the sixpence all at once. Our dreams and our toils should answer all our questions in the change of crescents to vanishing waning moons.

© Iulia Halatz

 

Art by Inma Gonzales Vazquez.

Trail away

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Trail me away
with questions
and the weight of your love.
Abyss is not yet invented
Just seen in shadow moons…

Cast me away
with a thought
replenishing with haze
in mid mountain mornings…

I carry feelings
in my pockets
and stories of you
to guard my garden of lilies…

Every night
I wash myself of you
until another one comes written…

 

Reposting an old poem from 2015.

Art by John William Waterhouse.

To be in love

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The Sea is a fickle lover
One day sweet as
honey dew
The other bitter
like sin…
that makes you
fall harder
as if hit
by a ton of bricks
made of water glass
Sincerity.

It loves you back
with ardor
You have been dissolved…
Both limbs and heart
know no more
than
liquid love
that once was only
words…

Dawn hovering over the Black Sea until the first rays break into so many winged good news:

Fibonacci’s greed

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Numbers are gold
They measure the silence
of centuries
and never pin down
to feeling.

Put Love in a number
It would be 0, 1 or 10.
Put Hate in a number
It would be seven.
Numbers follow
the horizon
and leave us alone
with even, naught and odd.

Numbers are perfect
They order the chaos of galaxies
and split away fear.

Inspired by Mick E Talbot.

Art by Remedios Varo Uranga.

Vestiges and claws

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We are the only people
in the world
and we hold
the keys to all
gardens and dungeons
beneath a wall…
We live on
Moon’s compassionate light
and greenish profoundness
of Spring.

We may not die
but if we do
your smile will freeze
the light blue
in my eye
and shovel back the trench
to where I quench
my thirst for throbbing hearts
and burning dreams
deposited in chests
that heave entwined.

Art by Ivan Avgustovich Veltz.

One Lovely Blog Award! #1

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2017.The Year of the Lovely Stories and Lovely Encounters

Few moons back and many brighter days, the amazing BE KITSCHIG– BE NICE! BE GREEN! BE KITSHIG! has nominated my blog for the One Lovely Blog Award.

BE KITSCHIG is a lovely & shimmering foundation for glamorous, glittery stories and quotes you cannot help but LOVE! Here is one: “In difficult times, fashion is always outrageous!” We have some things in common: I am green and glittery.

My mind is now full of apologies as I let time pass before writing this happy post to thank the Lovely BE KITSCHIG for this nomination. All the people behind their amazing blogs and crafty words are lovely and wonderful. All they write is a betrayal of the beauty in our souls that enlightens and creates happiness.

I would like to nominate everybody for their lovely, lovely words and feelings, as all the people that I have met here have touched my soul and changed something in me. I have learned a lot and become more than I ever thought I could be.

These are the lovely nominees and please remember that everybody is invited to this “moveable feast”.

Please note you are under no obligation by my nominating you. This is just a token of my appreciation for your amazing work and words.

https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/

http://lyndurante.com/

https://daisymae2017.wordpress.com/

https://tropicalaffair.me/

https://mitchteemley.com/

https://hasidic.me/

https://hillsofherchastity.wordpress.com/

https://yassy66.wordpress.com/

https://grumpytyke.com/

https://ebayism.wordpress.com/

https://sweetdevil69.wordpress.com/

https://territoridel900.wordpress.com/

https://chapeblog.com/

https://earthpages.wordpress.com/

https://inspiresn.wordpress.com/

The rules:

  • Thank the person that nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
  • List the rules.
  • Display the award on your post of the award.
  • List seven facts about yourself.
  • Nominate 15 bloggers for this award and comment on one of their posts to let them know you have nominated them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And my trivialities:

I was born under the star sign of Gemini, so there are two people inside me: one Before Coffee and one After Coffee.
I used to have five wisdom teeth, all of them popping up at the same time. After this, whenever I was trying to impress my audience with some straightforward words of wisdom, they said that maybe it was not such a good idea to take the fifth one out.
I wear 40 for footwear (9.5 US size) and 41 for roller skates (and I am not that tall). Some simpletons might say I don’t need skis. I don’t. I only have cross-country skis, which are supposed to be longer, and I couldn’t possibly beat this.

Everything can be solved after (or during) a ride in the park with my lovely bicycle. Most of my poetry has been written there.

Music must have been the food of the Gods. Being humble and an earthling, I just try to live on music and eat as little as possible. When feeling hungry as hell, I can see the huge gap between us and the Gods.

The greatest fun is to laugh at myself with some “randomly” carefully chosen earthlings. I have yet to find better jokes or better humor than the real-life humor of the clumsiest green scatterbrain-nice person.