We paused after we passed on the steps, To exchange the briefest of backward glances; A stranger’s eyes meeting mine, The merest hint of a smile; A smile of regret at the passing of too much time, Too many lies, Too many romances. It was only a flattering moment in the ship-passing night; Too little and yet too much for words, Everything already said that needed to be said; Just the fleeting acknowledgement of an understanding Of life’s mysterious circumstances.
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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Paul Carpenter - Poet 