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
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Writing is
quieting the burns
from people’s thoughts and deeds
And dissolving
all knowledge
that this will
ever happen…
© Iulia Halatz
In response to to the Medium/Blue Insights Cultural Prompt for April 2021 “Being Human”
Art by Andrea Kowch.
SOURCE – Facebook
Up the arduous sky
The wind made powder
of tinted clouds
Whose dreams of winter
endure too long
in the realm.
Cold has gone cool
with wings of white doves
beating
the thin brisk air
to keep the snowdust
at bay.
© Iulia Halatz
Art — Phillip Koch. Source — Pinterest
Also featured at Medium.
“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.
Steal the sun
With gilded sincerity.
Place it in your heart
with silvery fingers.
Touch lives with the same warmth.
If you do not have money to decorate your life with precious artifacts, decorate life with precious deeds and meaningful words. Words that speak to hearts and make them see the precious artifacts they are.
©Iulia Halatz
Art – Serena Malyon,The Veil of Night
Also featured at Medium.com.
My name is Green
100 names for Spring
These are the Unicorn Days
Carved in gold and diamonds
from the mountains,
Molded in solid water
from the fairies’ well
Sang in choruses
by daffodils leaning on the feathered wings
of night eastern winds,
Claimed by a broken chunk of heart
that knows no sparse amounts
of Love…
Clustered green of untamed grasses
and feral blossoming storms
in the souls of plum flowers
Rage
until the fields breathe
the 100 names for Spring
and become
The Unicorn’s envy…
© Iulia Halatz
Also featured at Medium/Blue Insights publication.
Art – Vincent van Gogh
“The true entrepreneur is a doer, not a dreamer.” – Nolan Bushnell
Yes, you will have to do a lot of things which are borderline between imagining, weaving your (business) plan and really implementing your idea and your strategy of creating value.
Because this is all about – helping and solving problems. Entrepreneurship is all about doing and working, which is not that unfathomable. We all do the heavy lifting, we all have exerting routines…Knowing what to do and how to do it is the conundrum. As sometimes we are not given the time for the Trial and Error, we have only Error and but a moment to make amends.
We are pilferers of experience and growth hackers. Our job is not to do our job, but know what to do next.
And craft a good plan with poised goals.
The plan should be realistic and thorough. I and plans mix like oil and water as I repel routines and like the spark of new things which renders me a little shallow. But then I thought, what if my life depends on my thoroughness? This made me make a very good plan with all the questions attached and answered.
Beneath the obvious goals of my business, I have another one: to change something in the people I get to know. For the better and for the happier, with a piece of advice, with answers, with some words they do not know and need. After all, happiness is what we crave. Inspiration may never cease and I have had good source in Seth Godin‘s words: “Who do you want your customers to become?”
Everything starts with an idea which can translate into purpose, project and product with a little help from tiny beautiful things – words. Dream about your story, but not too hard. Fight your way into new things and enterprises but don’t take yourself too seriously.
As “life is not about how you survived the storm… it is about how you danced in the rain.” – Regina Brett
Art by Michael Cheval.
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)
“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
Corfiot Moon by the author
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