THADDEUS
HUTYRA
“MYSTIC SHROUD”
Shroud of life
are your paths
in your Earthly
endeavors
with all their
shine
and associated
shadows.
Shroud of love
is that first eye
contact
that is like
enchanted wand
followed by
lifelong magics
of both of you in
arms.
Shroud of you
is the density of
air
you are breathing
in
and painting
with inspiration.
Shroud of you
are all the little
things
in your life
ultimately proving
to be
the big ones.
Shroud of you
are choreographic
stages
of your own life
with a credo now
or never.
Shroud of you
is your ultimate
consciousness
you, the reflexion
of God
across the
multiverse
forever and ever!
'BEAUTEOUS WHISPERER'
Beautiful birds,
my gentle whisperers
on all the Earthly
meadows
and my own meadows
in my heart
how I tribute you!
O’ white-chested
emeralds, rainbow lorikeets
shoe-billed
storks, blue-chinned sapphires
my beloved, gentle
whisperers!
O’ white-tailed
tropicbirds, Indian peafowls
golden-backed
weavers, American flamingoes
my sweet, tranquil
whisperers!
O’ ruby-topaz
hummingbirds, house sparrows
southern
cassowaries, restless flycatchers
the nature’s
finest, noble whisperers!
Yet believe it or
not
there is one
special whisperer
in my Earthly life
you, my Anne!
In the mornings
shrouded by mist
you are there!
In the afternoons
shrouded by Sun
you are there!
In the evenings
shrouded by twilight
you are there!
In the nights
shrouded by eroticism
you are there!
Always there, O’
Anne
on the meadows of
my life
you, the very special
whisperer!
What else can I
say, O’Anne
as just thank you
for you are it all
you, my only love
my beauteous
whisperer!
' SHROUD OF LOVE '
Dimensions of the
mind
bewilder us
from time to time.
Although we are
able
to set up our
minds
the way as we wish
never be too sure!
When you meet the
one
who is the mirror
of your very
dreams
the modes of your
mind
switch to those
starry paths
of your inner
universe
you were never in
as yet.
It is the shroud
of love
intense and
ultimate
You are in love!
Shroud of love
in the mist
engulfing you
unknown
to be discovered
as yet.
The fields
you are not sure
whether they are
ground
or cosmic
nothingness
It needs yet
to be discovered.
Yet your mind
is overwhelmed!
Nothing can
separate you
from the grip
of that something
special
bonding you
to someone else.
As if you both
were starships
destined
to be together
on the vast
cosmic tides
of your minds.
Aside from love
sure, there are
many levels
of differentiated
personality
dependable
on the situation.
Not that you have
some number
of personalities
Your mind simply
switches
from mode to mode.
Even love
can be abandoned
if your lover
failed you
You are back
by your sheer will
in your
independence mode.
You have the power
for you are a
human!
Life is the stage
of never ending
discoveries
time after time
the musical
symphony
in all your paths.
O’ shroud of love
O’ shroud of life
guide us
across the
universes
of our own minds!
"SHROUD OF LOVE
II"
Shroud of love
is you, my goddess
The ecstasy
of my heart
the elixir of my
life
dawn of eternal
hope.
Shroud of love
is our spring, my
honey
We are engaged
in the gusts
of feelings,
eroticism
up to the blue
vault
of the skies.
Sex bosons
are our kingdom!
Shroud of love
is our summer, my
sweetheart
We are already
married
and our flaming
minds
are home we have.
The ardor of love
is still consuming
us
Endlessly!
Shroud of love
is our autumn, my
darling
Our family nest
is welcoming new
children.
Everything is
on a good track
Divine care
favoring us.
Shroud of love
is our winter, my
dearest
Meritorious old
age
closes our Earthly
life.
We are still
listening
to the melody of
life
ready to welcome
Our Lord.
Shroud of love
is our whole life
your heart and my
soul
your soul and my
heart.
Shroud of love
is the weave
of our passions
and mutual
devotion
forever and ever,
amen.
'PASSIONS' WHISPERER'
Flowing is your
beauty
in the noble wind
displaying bosons
gifted to you by
the Lord
my dear passions’
whisperer.
Your gentleness is
the air
that I breathe in
with the touch of
a wizard
magical one
my dear passions’
whisperer.
Your feminine
subtlety
are the souls I
can feel
in the worlds
of otherworldly
dimensions
swirling around us
and within us
my dear passions’
whisperer.
Look at you, look
at I
how we are
expressing our
love
Pure art!
As if the world
became the
Universe
on the wings of
the tides
never ending!
As if our hearts
were the noblest
homes
there are
in the entire
celestial worlds!
As if you and I
were one only
wholeness
never ever to be
separated
to the tunes of
harps and violins!
As if we were it
all
poets of starry
rays
painters of our
passions
choreographers of
our very lives!
Shape of you
sweetly enslaves
me
The paradise
passionfruit!
Giving me a
million of reasons
to stay in the
womb
of our love!
Playing music of
divinity
one of endless
notes of sparks
Being my deja vu!
O’ my passions’
whisperer
song of all songs!
O’ my passions’
whisperer
symphony of all
symphonies!
O’ my passions’
whisperer
goddess of all
passions
shroud of love!
‘A STORY OF A POET’
A poet known as a
society healer
stood alongside a
shiny pond
with hands
extended
to the ocean tides
The charismatic
man
and though
there was
something in the air!
‘My life is
nothing worth
without you,
believe me
O’ Anne, my angel
with the harp!’
His silent
whisperings
flowed with the
wind
and were then
carried
by the ocean
tides.
‘For I love you! I
love you...’
The echoes brought
yet away
one more
whispering.
The poet sat on
the bench
in NYC Central
Park
with view of
Manhattan
so splendid
that taking his
breath away.
‘Have you got my
message
O’ Anne, my angel
with the harp?
I can’t live so
anymore
solitary breaks my
soul!’
His enigmatic
whisperings
flew further with
the wind
and enwrapped
Manhattan
with the poet’s
magic spell.
‘For my heart is
yours!’
Also this time
the echoes brought
away
one more
whispering.
The poet flew on a
passenger plane
bringing him to
Kathmandu
Himalayas were
already seen
in all their
divine splendor.
‘Anne, my angel
with the harp
yet an hour or so
and we shall greet
each other
separated no
more.’
This time his
whisperings
competed with the
speed
of the supersonic
plane
Their imaginary
echoes
were faster than
anything.
At the Kathmandu
airport
nobody waited for
the poet
He sat sad in the
passenger’s hall
intently listening
to alien whisperings
that bombarded him
from all sides.
‘These voices are
not mine!’
Innerly he
lamented
But the maddening
whisperings
circled around him
They, the shadow
hunters!
‘You are too late,
O’ poet
for the deadly
earthquake
brought harvest of
death
Your angel with
the harp
is there not
anymore.’
The healer was he
no more
but a broken man
The whisperings
with tragic news
flew in the
meantime away
all the way
to inaccessible
Himalayas.
Echoes of the whisperings
rumbled in the
poet’s ears
The loss was
definitely
too much for him
and so his very
life
took wings to
itself
and let him fly
to his beloved
angel with the harp.
The villagers in
Nepal
swore they heard
melodies
from a magical
harp
It must have been
Anne
the poet's angel
with the harp!
THADDEUS HUTYRA
THADDEUS
HUTYRA
(known also as Tadeusz Hutyra) was born in Poland where he attended schools and
begun to study at the prestigious Jagiellonian University of Cracow. Shortly before the emergency state announced
by the communist regime on 13th of December 1989 he left Poland in search of a
better life abroad. Primarily he intended to emigrate to the United States of
America, the goal he was never fortunate to fulfill. Instead he found himself
in New Zealand where he lived 5 years and afterwards he had a brief period of
travelling across some Asian and European countries, he lived for a while in
China and Hong Kong before finally settling down in Belgium. He considers
himself a citizen of the world but a dream still remains to visit the USA and
also enjoy travelling to a few other countries, especially India and Nepal. His
mother language is Polish, but mostly he uses English and Dutch in every day life,
he knows also Russian language. He has already
published some books on Amazon, mostly poems written in English. In addition to it he is active on social
media, especially on Facebook and Twitter. He is admin of a number of poetry
groups in Facebook. He also published
two join poetry books in Poland as well as his own prose books, also in Poland.
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