Buried moon, buried moon Who to talk about at noon When dreams are plundered by light And powdered in gold and charcoal dust. Crescent fairies are sad in the rouse and at falter to surmise the scanty slumbering traces that…
Monthly Archives: January 2018
Buried moon
Tagged with: iron poem, Iron poetry, Iulia Halatz, my poems, poem, poetry, reposting an old poem
Posted in Iron Tales, My poems, Wordsmith
Posted in Iron Tales, My poems, Wordsmith
Engleza de joi/ Longing
Longing = a yearning desire. “It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.” – George…
Tagged with: Aleksandr Golovin, art, George Eliot, painting, Quote, Thursday's Quote, Thursday's word
Posted in Blog de companie, Engleza de joi, Quote, Words in English
Posted in Blog de companie, Engleza de joi, Quote, Words in English
Persephone’s dusk
Why can’t we sleep with the Gods? be with them turn their thoughts to foam touch and revere their lapis lazuli skin until myths flicker in the cave and the earth booms at their voices The rain from Olympus is…
Tagged with: Gervasio Gallardo art tribute, iron poem, Iron poetry, Iron tale, Iulia Halatz, poetry
Posted in Iron Tales, My poems, Wordsmith
Posted in Iron Tales, My poems, Wordsmith
“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
