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( votes)Still Life
written by: Thaddeus Hutyra
@teddy9999
What used to be
One day became hoar-frost
With star and fern-like ice crystals.
Earlier it was dew
Alike plenty pearl beads
On the neck of the spring maiden.
And before that
It was salty droplets
Crystalline in their purity.
Heard like a thunder of God's anger
In splash after their falling down
On a hard surface.
Yet it all started so innocently
Spotlessly clear sky
Of our affections!
Time has left its mark on me
What there used to be
Now became still life.
And the whole lot
Like a picture of Pablo Picasso!
One hung
On the wall of my memories.
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 is active on Facebook and in other social media. He published a number of books both in English and Polish.
Latest posts by Thaddeus Hutyra (see all)
- Still Life - July 6, 2020
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