Category Archives: Wordsmith

Word Debt

Words are everywhere…They float about and run towards us since forever and shape our fragile childhood dreams.
Words make us humane. Our entire being is constructed upon words.
And then we become in debt… We owe a “Good morning”, a “Good night”, a “I miss you”, a “I love you”, a “Thank you” … if we are lucky.

Words storm over us in apprehension of our hearts. We name feelings, colors, sentiments, passions. We imagine stories and name our heroes. We become enchanters and share the limelight of our stories. We fall in love.

We owe nothing but WORDS. And promises, commitments, visions, dreams and magic…

Flock of words travel to us every day. Some we hear. Some are left in a deaf haze, unanswered and alone.

Words are powerful. Yet they need a power which does not lie within themselves. As it lies within you. Give power to your words! Shape them clear and make them swift, concise and lasting.

I run a words business. No matter how much I give, I am still in debt… For many years and many blissful days. I give power to your words and shape them correctly in sentences free of doubt and alive with promises…

We always keep.

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Art – Inspiration by Michael Cheval.

Carcass of a dream

What is a dream
But the realization of
serene
wishes and happiness pure
prolonged and decaying
in the mere
cold, sticky and
shimmering blue

Covering
words that spoke of true
Love alive on the hills,
beaten by the winds
and slowly falling asleep
on the wings of winter.

© Iulia Halatz


Art by Emil Orlik, painter, etcher and lithographer born in Prague in 1870.

Cruelty is not a shield but a system of betrayal

We are all Arya Stark and deft shape-shifters dancing on stories in order to survive. We are but one step into cruelty every minute on the way to achieving our goals.
Cruelty is not a shield but a system of betrayal.
We betray our shattered feelings and broken image of ourselves reflected in mirrors that don’t belong to us.
We betray our inability to live up to our vision and our words.
We give in to our doubts: “What if I am wrong, what if they don’t like me, what if I am not enough?” We betray our powerlessness of being happy in our own world. We surrender to an odd country we never dreamed about.

We betray our transcendent fear of living in a blur devoid of bounties we wouldn’t dare take with our own hands.

And we forget that “Anything can happen in a world that holds such beauty”- Peter S. Beagle.

Art by Christian Schloe.

Time thief

Love is a time thief
Perched in the tree of gold
adorned with emerald leaves
sparkling of hope in the dark.

Notwithstanding love is one
dimension to the solar knowledge
ingratiating
the strangeness of a country
that isn’t yours.

© Iulia Halatz

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Art – “Whispering Eve” by British artist William Gilbert Foster (1855–1906).

September First

September First
is a burst
of clear touches of blue
and soft winds on dew
in crystal mornings
that warm to silent fires
holding trees in dire
and such lusty love-embrace

that they know no more
of Summer.

I decorate with an August sunset from my collection – one of the most beautiful, caught on the 30th.

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 (1884), Vincent van Gogh

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Avenue of poplars in autumn by Vincent van Gogh.