Tag Archives: Iulia Halatz

I Don’t Want the Summer to End

I don’t want the summer to end
That is why I try to suspend
My thoughts of winters and grey
Garnering drops of snow and dismay.

I don’t want the summer to end
That is why I am hand in hand
With clouds and planets blue,
Roses and treasures that have no clue
Of corrupt winds and misty reign
In the apocalypse of rain.

I don’t want the summer to end…

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

Art by Daniel Gerhartz. Source: Pinterest
Also featured at Poetry’s Home, a Medium publication.

Melt

I have shared
land and sky
with you.
I have tasted
blood and honey.
My witch-oil turned
to dragon-fire
at your touch…
……………………………………………………………………….
It feels like getting drunk
on old reddish wine
long softened
during times of
War
Equanimity
and
Comets.
What shall I pour in your glass?
Molten flowers
Golden ink
Lucid light
Unicorn mirth…
………………………………………………………………………..
I fear any story
whose ink
my words
can’t drink…
Yet I drip in yours
ever since.
When your arms call
and your lips
read all my feral kisses
How can there be no heaven?

© Iulia Halatz
Published in the Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective

Also featured at Poetry’s home, a Medium publication.

Art – Edward Henry Potthast. Source: Facebook

The Moon

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

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…

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

Art – Art by Yajuro Takashima. Source — Pinterest.

Also featured at Medium/ Blue Insights publication.

Greens

We write
for love
and be loved.

And to feel
the exodus
of the shadows
in the glimmer
of tomorrow.

If my soul were a colour
it would be green.
Green has plundered
my everything
like barbarians
distant shores.

My eyes are also charmed
with the green
they pick up
from the sun…*

“Nothing is more important than summer”
and its green offerings on the altar of love…

*In the absence of the sun, my eyes are brown.

Also featured at Poetry’s Home, a Medium publication.

Art – Charles Courtney Curran

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

Happy First of June!

La mulți ani, dragi copii!
La mulți ani, părinți, profesori și educatori!

“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.”
― Albert Einstein

Art – Toshio Ebine
Source: Pinterest

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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

2 years on Medium

I am honored and humbled to be writer and editor for the Blue Insights, a Medium publication.

Also, I have joined a new publication, Poetry’s Home, where my poems feel very much at home.

Feel free to join both of them.

“Everyone Deserves to be Heard: Guidelines 2021”
https://medium.com/blueinsight/blue-insights-publication-2-years-on-medium-81f36bfc8172

Photo by JOSHUA COLEMAN on Unsplash

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

Medium editor

Thank you to all the writers, the readers, the followers, and to all our angel bees who are helping us to spread the contributions outside of Medium within different Facebook and Quora groups.

Blue Insights Medium Publication Editors
(Ivette Cruz, Gurpreet Dhariwal, Iulia Halatz, Maii, MDSHall, Isaiah McCall, Victoria Ponte)

https://medium.com/blueinsight/grateful-for-our-team-of-angel-bees-56f046b2fb37


Photo by George Hiles on Unsplash

Writing

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