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STEPHEN CUTHBERTSON
I am currently studying creative writing at the Norwich
School of Art and Design. I first became aware of poetry while in a band learning to play bass. At
that time I was also attempting to write song lyrics for the band. However, I found myself writing poetry instead.
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Sparkle in my eye It’s over when it’s stopped When the view is gone When red dust forms The clock strikes five The door locked tight Perception broken and burned The blue soft pile floor Sights crumble to nothing Waiting till scenes stop blurring And time stands still She’ll walk in Black dress, blue hair, blue eyes A sparkle that remains A part of the dies
Submission Naked and bare Whispers in mountains Skin warming my heart Tender aura bleeds on my pulse Rising on your oceans Rippling waters Slight waves sway My body contorts No tears, it’s too familiar
Mirror I could love you every day But I don’t I just sway round and round Soft leather under tough boots I wish you well Re-Birth Floating slowly through air Soft saltation to blue Danube Led by a symphony of string A gentle rapture Bathed and caressed In nature’s cradle
Death
of the young The apple tree turns giving a nodding wink Benevolent guardian, sovereign state Where tears no longer wet bring flowers to die An apple snatched by an invisible hand Dropped in the soil with rotting ambition A shudder and a tear grasp my shoulder Memories transport me against the tide I relinquish control of the apple Under the shadow of her fading name She would have been 16 today
Redundancy The river ebbs, turning a pleading look The wind whispers rhymes, wistfully at his ear Tollbooths heard familiar eyes Headlamps beacon towards his yesteryears I
observed him day after day Smiled
passed, went on my way The iron rivets and red slopping frame Rise before him in defiance of rain and rust Even she, aged beauty, needs scaffolded care Or down form will fall, in metallic dust I
observed him day after day Smiled
passed, went on my way
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