December light

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…


Art by Toshio Ebine.

She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... In ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. In the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author at Sudden Denouement Literary Collective,,, My Trending Stories and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

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33 comments on “December light
  1. weekosite says:

    I love Iulia!

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  2. Roy Evans says:


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  3. waleedhassanien says:

    In the most beautiful and beautiful O Julia…….The rest of the day on the birthdays I tell you every year and you are a thousand good and achieve it from the wishes of beautiful..

    Waleed Hassanien of Egypt.

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  4. yassy says:

    Such a beautiful verse, Lulia. Stunningly awesome. Every word is exquisitely written. Emotions are woven into every syllable and fills the reader with wonder.

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  5. Leslie says:

    You got me😍!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. mitchteemley says:

    Feeling particularly grateful for your Words right now, Iulia.

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  7. Your verse seems to be hitting new heights… when I read this I was reminded of some of the great woman poets. Intense, intelligent+++, perceptive. Same with the last one. But even more consistently this time, methinks. 🙂

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  8. Aman Thakur says:

    nice post keep posting such fentastic posts…😊

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  9. This is beautifully serene ❤

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  10. Stunning! Really well done!

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  11. Beautiful Iulia! I nearly always have to read some of your poems at least twice, because you have an unusual writing style – very authentic and original – sometimes the meaning is not always immediately apparent. This is a compliment by the way, not a criticism! 🙂

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“Language is not like the sun,
heating and scorching
but like the moon
keeping secrets
and the arcane magic of the night
throwing stars
in the lilacs’ claws
till dawn.” -Iulia Halatz

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