Stargiver – Iulia Halatz

The stars that glisten

on October skies

are green

like water lamps.

 

I am plotting

a story for you…

Letters are meant

to be sent swirling

my brokenness cripples

my words.

I am silhouetted

letters can’t mix

I need another alphabet.

My alphabet of you

is made of syllables:

Sky

Why

Lie

Shy…

 

Do not despise

my syllabary

You have a tale

boiling in my chest…..

 

Once there was an olden boy

His heart grew on thistles

and faint grass

He followed the North Star

like moss

in the duplicated garden.

He told of journeys

in the heart of wind

and memorabilia

of small disasters…

 

Sparks of thysen

light my waterways

like glowworms

paths of fairies.

In dreams your glint

is stumped

bedeviled

by pink trees and cardboard flowers.

 

This is not your duplicated garden

it is my cardboard dominion.

There are rooms

For every room there is a wish

to grant.

The stars room gives

a Tomorrow

that you can touch.

The moon room gives

a Yesterday

no longer under

wraps and clothes

of Spring.

 

I am a crumpled picture

in a secret drawer

barred behind the sunset

creasing more

each dawn…

 

My picture captures

the beyond

of blossoms

and shy rains

of dew…

 

I am mine

continuously drawing light

on shady souls

smiling

forlorn

and glorious

In my stargiving…


“Writing is an Iron Tale, must be tough and sincere to the core of human perception of pain as valor. I am the grumpy T-Rex who started writing out of pain, not because of a polished world. Writing out of love is painless and herbivore. As we sometimes taste blood, ours or others’. Nevertheless, some words are so expensive that we are better left with them unspoken or write them with the ink of a Ghost…” She is a teacher, small entrepreneur and cyclist.

Author: Aurora Phoenix

I write as Aurora Phoenix. Nine months ago my world shattered. Unexpectedly and dramatically arrested, I have been incarcerated ever since, as I await the unbearably slow machinations of the system. Devoid of verbal communication that is unmonitored, pen and paper have served as my truest outlet for grief, fear and angst. Armed with toilet paper for intermittently copious tears, my motions experience and reflections are PaperMate poured. In this chapter of my life, I write.

28 thoughts on “Stargiver – Iulia Halatz”

  1. This is so beautiful and touching. I always think myself like the moon, shining light but never quite my own. I am inspired to know that there is a pure source of original light out there shining. 🙂

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      1. You are so welcome, Iulia. I thoroughly enjoy this piece, the sentiment that it imbibes, and the soul that is reflected in it. Keep on shining, hunting, and bathing in the glow. 🙂

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