What narrative do you want to convey about yourself this year?
How would you describe what you want to be if you had a blank piece of paper in front of you?
Do not forget:
Hope is the sixth season. Love is the fifth.
Tsuchiya Koitsu – Winter
“Tenderness is the currency of love”
I believe that above everything there hovers a Nebula of love.
And randomly, one builds a stairway to the nebula and starts throwing buckets of love to you.
Because it is sweet and warm, you confuse it with wild rain drops in midsummer or huge snowflakes or just candy floss.
Whenever I feel the beautiful rain and the snowflakes thawing fire on my cheek, I’ll know you’re there in the nebula, dumping buckets full of love in my head…
Featured on Medium/ the Blue Insights publication.
https://medium.com/blueinsight/love-nebula-2c4097008761
Art – Haruyo Morita, Love Letter. Source: Facebook
Like morning haze
clinging to sycamores
So is my love
Captive in the cave
of swimmers dancing
in the flicker of fires
Casting shadows
of things
that could be…
© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
Also featured at Blue Insights, a Medium publication.
Art – John Singer Sargent. Source: Pinterest
Morning Mist
By Iulia Halatz
The mist that
covers my heart
is thick
numbing mornings
and evenings
with the sagacity
of a cubist artifact.
It comes in layers
clinging with fetid fingers
on to the gargoyles
of the old mansion
our love has become.
No surprise from
any shadow
No brush
with velveteen
vulnerable
acts of tenderness.
Dragons and starlings
seem nearer
in the dancey mists
Love is uncovered
in a smile
at first light…
Is that enough?
© Iulia Halatz
Photography art – Grace M.Ballentine – Morning Mist
https://medium.com/intricate-intimacies/morning-mist-ee6707059258
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.
Love is the most difficult and dangerous form of courage. Courage is the most desperate, admirable and noble kind of love.
– Delmore Schwartz
Pietro Antonio Rotari – Girl with a Book
The Merman’s Rhyme
written by: Iulia Halatz
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.
Photo: Sunrise in Zakynthos
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.
SORROW-TELL HEART- Iulia Halatz at Medium.com
I am proud to announce the publication of my first poem at Medium.com/Resistance poetry
My heart used to have roots
Into the feeble beams of autumn
After lilacs grew them stronger…
Can you pull me into April?
Or any month
wearing blue odors
And tawny lights…
https://medium.com/resistance-poetry/sorrow-tell-heart-4b6440da2d1d
Iulia Halatz: “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.
“For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.”
– Carl Sagan
Art – Marc Chagall, The three candles
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
– N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society
Art by Romany Soup.
Love is a flame that burns everything other than itself. It is the destruction of all that is false and the fulfillment of all that is true.
– Adyashanti
Art by Vladimir Kush.
