Tag Archives: Medium writer

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

Writer for a new Medium publication

I am honored to have been invited to write for another Medium publication, Literary Impulse.
A community space for LITERARY FICTION, POETRY, PHILOSOPHY, POLITICS AND DIALOGUE with a mission of ‘social change through creative endeavours’.

Over the years, writing has shaped my inner and outer life.
I started writing because of pain…
“To write with the truth of pain in your mouth is gruesome poetry … You’ll have to cut out your heart with every word and show it to the world, then hope it will heal. This is how the light gets in, also the dark. To acknowledge fear, defeat, despair and pretend serenity of a lesson learned while patching up the wounds is … Life.” – Tyrannosaurus Writing

Then I kept on writing because:
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

Presently I write for the following Medium publications: Blue Insights (to which I am also editor), Poetry’s Home, My Selections, Resistance Poetry, Intimately Intricate.

For me, writing is entering other worlds with my written words as keys.
Words open many doors. In written form or not.

Thank you for reading!

Also published on Substack.

Art by Christian Schloe. Source: Pinterest.

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!

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