SORROW-TELL HEART

Iulia Halatz
Aug 19 · 2 min read

I was a pet of some exotic breed
I couldn’t sing above the ground.
Tamed, wounded, half born
Under the dark moon.

It was he
Who taught me
To unsing
Undream
Unbelieve
To him my humane body
Had been a fiery husk
Flickering
Against closed walls.

The garden was above
Dank meadows looming.

Everything I saw in my mind
I could perceive
With the eyes of
A wound,
Pulsating
Festering
Could I still feel the scent
Of night
in the carousel of pain?

I wanted to break
This corrosive perception
And listen to songbird…

Everything that shimmered
In my ears
Was crackling crows
Fruits of mauve trees
Against amber twilight…
In the sundown realm.

The blood of the stars
Had engulfed it…

My heart used to have roots
Into the feeble beams of autumn
After lilacs grew them stronger…

Can you pull me into April?
Or any month
wearing blue odors
And tawny lights…

Pending July
he would be felt on my skin
Like Spring rain
Without Spring.

Sophisticated
Abrasive
Pet
of one color…
I was allowed to contemplate
The flawed days only
through barbed windows…

You lived,
But somewhere else
The black moon turned away
Sheltered steppe
Had no need of garbage flowers

The zest for life
Is fortitude, work
Dream
Of a plain new world
Swept in the ascending
Web of Truth.

Photo credit — Evelyn Nesbit

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

Iulia Halatz

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"We should take power and strength from our stories.” Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I. www.blog.seocopywriting.ro

Resistance Poetry

Verse as Commentary

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