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To Be in Love

The Sea is a fickle lover
One day sweet as
honey dew
The other bitter
like sin…
that makes you
fall harder
as if hit
by a ton of bricks
made of water glass
Sincerity.

It loves you back
with ardor
You have been dissolved…
Both limbs and heart
know no more
than
liquid love
that once was only
words…

© Iulia Halatz

Also featured at Medium.com/ Poetry’s Home

Photo by me, taken on Zakynthos island.

Fortitude

Fortitude
Blue Insights Cultural Prompt — May 2021

We are all fighters in trenches
and defiers on battlefields.

We are all thinkers
of simplicities and beauties.

We are all carriers
of hopes and smiles.

We are all dreamers
of strange countries
full of secrets and dreams.

We are all lovers
of abysmal seas
and sunlight glare.

We are all cherishers
of truth and magic.

We are all travelers
On untrodden paths
amidst unruffled nights
and shimmering fireflies.

We are all storytellers
in a defiant era
of storms…

We are all…

For the Blue Insights Cultural Prompt — May 2021, I have chosen “Fortitude”.

Art — Kobayashi Kiyochika, “Fireflies at Ochanomizu”. Source — Facebook

Whatever

Whatever I consider important
The trees don’t care.

Wherever I shed my tears
The flowers don’t know.

Some days have the glitter of butterflies’ wings
Some glint like the fires of Mordor.
Some have the clear shine of truth
Drifting away…
Some the warmth of
a broken heart
Who died
And became Art.

© Iulia Halatz

Art – Wolfgang Harms. Source: Pinterest

Wolfgang Harms

Featured at Medium.com.

Winter Glass

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.

Spoils of the Evening

When I’m not in the right place
I take a step
look into the heart
of a stone
cloud
moonbeam
memory
and get drunk
with the shades
of night’s wish
to light the world…

© Iulia Halatz

Also published at Medium.com.
I am honored to be a Medium writer and editor.

Art – Hans Dieter

Cobweb Dance at Medium

HE loves me
He keeps my tears
at bay
in a corner crystal ball
and my heart in a field of molten flowers*.
I want to loose the yarn
Again he pours
crimson dew on my weary tales
whilst I am not looking…
It warms like midnight kisses…

My mind smells
the sweet cinnamon
glueing his words together
My eyes see naught
But my garden lilies caught
in cobweb intoxicating grip
and exhilarating dance…

Iulia Halatz

*Source of inspiration – The B-52’s.

Art – Cobweb Dance by Charles Courtney Curran.

https://medium.com/blueinsight/cobweb-dance-bda63d4652d5

Deserts at Blue Insights

“Men had always been the reciters of poetry in the desert.”
Michael Ondaatje,The English Patient

…As among dunes you can only see God or who you want. To see.
No assault to the imagination. No questions and whispers by people.
Only the wind carries wishes afar.

A poem soaring above the dunes brings the clarity of music and has the speed of sound.
And we get to see the glassy shine of Orion…
Love among deserts is never the same.

Part of magic deserts by Ivan Fedorovich Choultse.
https://medium.com/blueinsight/deserts-5edc8c8b256a

“Sharing emotions — Spark plugs to ignite your virtual humanity. Be heard!“

Honored to be writer and editor for Blue Insights Medium Publication

“Sharing emotions — Spark plugs to ignite your virtual humanity. Be heard!“

We want to offer our writers to grow, and let their contributions grow as a collective by launching our very own digital ‘Blue Insights Magazine’.
‘Blue Insights Magazine’ volumes will group different thematic issues that will feature the best voices based on our monthly Cultural Prompts.

https://medium.com/blueinsight/blue-insights-magazine-89efffc9ae84


Modified photo with Maii new Blue Insights’ logo

December Light at Medium/Blue Insights

December Light
A poem

December is what we are
When love glistens back
the light in the baubles.

We have the White and the Words.
Words that move mountains
tiptoe to touch the stars
whet the wondrous luster of the sea
travel with the wind
glimmer with the moon
Feel not the rejection and foible
of the world.

Words are a soft warm pillow
on which I rest
my threadbare soul
that trod naked
on paths of ice
and thorns.

Words keep my bloodshed
clean on a stave
and in hues of red
a song is made…

https://medium.com/blueinsight/december-light-c83bc4dd9ea9

© Iulia Halatz


Art – Toshio Ebine