Biography of Andrew Sutcliffe
my name is andrew william sutcliffe
i consider myself a member of the hole-in-the-head-gang who most people refer to as 'modern poets' and, therefore, i expect you to read with abandon.
Andrew Sutcliffe's Works:
Andrew Sutcliffe Poems
My Stuffed Dog
Pink, soft ears are like violets on your head Pouting, Y shaped mouth turned down like a half moon Little, leather nose is a marble of black ebony Smooth, velvety skin like a bed of roses in spring
Eastward turns my heart towards that dawn of a life not yet known but constantly under
black up, black down meandering circles inbetween absorbent airy time following dark shapes
raw material the puzzle i can't unravel. the masterpiece i don't understand
i set to write my mind upon this piece of white i set to set my settings all and in perfections light
I Have Traveled Life,
I have traveled life, Looking for the reason behind the strife. Enough wisdom to fill a book found I, But no disclaimers to compare with the sky.
You Took Away My Mask,
You took away my mask, Pulled me to air, Before me, set a task Said “Do it -
Prayer Of Solitude
God, Make me a speck of light One among the many Lost and unnoticed
Dejected Stillness in motion Walking Empty; heart
Life is not the same Since you took away my pain, Gave me nightless sleeps, And stole my heart like Keats’s
There is a presence-hole Like a page is missing From the symphony of my life As if I were an empty bowl
I’ve become a some-numb One more human under God’s thumb Life has lost my focus I have become an ‘us’
Permeating, saturating, Creating my actions, Nothing I do is done without you.
Brown eyed pinkie Squeakers, the screamer Little girl
Creating my actions,
Nothing I do is done without you.
Sleeping, eating, reading,
Writing; my life’s
Tinted like glass
By the colorful you