“These verses have become a thing and one can take them off the page and throw them at a window, and the window would break. That’s what words can do!”
― Daniil Kharms, Today I Wrote Nothing: The Selected Writings
And a selection from my writings:
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.
………………………………..
Knifed
I aim at dreams
knife them
as trophies on my wall.
I can always
take one down,
quench the thirst
of a turbulent wound
with
tainted endearment
from the poisoned well
We dug and drained
under the wing of
One night.
I’m in love
with a stabbed dream.
Under my skin
Rumors of thyself
move clouds upon the moon…
© Iulia Halatz
Olga Wisinger-Florian
As always, I am humbled and honored to be a Medium writer.
