I fell into midnight whilst I slept;
Deep as clichéd oceans,
Deep as eternity’s continuum
Fathomless with starlight.
I descended and wept for sweet pity;
For as I fell, I fell in love with all I had known
Or now would ever know;
And helpless in the moment of that revelation,
My dying tree sang a requiem for its crooked branch,
And for me;
A requiem of infinite recrimination.

Passing Kepler, I dreamed of romance.
The twelve strokes of time
Echoing in remembrance of sensation;
From the first chime of caring
To the sublime eternal dance;
That glimpse of the divine,
Bluer than Lapis Lazuli,
Bluer than sea or sky,
Bluer than that staring eye
I pretended not to see,
In the cold crescendo of my arrogance.

Searching the city my tears were legion;
Its walls waltzing into sodium
For the grail that was a heart,
Alone in that crumbling Avalon;
Dissolving like the remnant of a nebula
Into its final oblivion.
The everlasting solitude
Of my sleep-fall to the unknown region.

© 2016-2017 Paul Carpenter

Extract from Paul’s book “Initium Sapientiae”

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Paul, a poet following the tradition of the land of his birth, was born and raised in the small village of Caerau, in the beautiful Lynfi valley of South Wales, and is now resident in Bristol, England. He has enjoyed a variety of different ‘careers’, including working on archaeological excavations, and for many years earning his living as a professional artist. He has travelled extensively in Europe, with an especial love for the cities of Paris, Florence and Venice, and has a great interest in philosophy, literature, history and the arts, which is reflected in his work. Paul says that he searched for years to find the right medium to truly express his ideas, and at last found the answer in poetry, something he has read and enjoyed all his life. In his own words, ‘When I started writing verse, I felt like a prodigal son being welcomed back to the home I left, many years, and many choices ago.’

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