I stumbled across Paul’s blog many years ago when I was just starting out with my own. Since that day I’ve been constantly astounded by the depths of his poetic talents and completely in awe of his commitment to the craft of poetry without boundaries. He became a regular and loyal visitor to my blog, supporting my writing even when I felt I was writing absolute rubbish … Somehow, he was always able to see the value of the words and the writer hidden within.
Through Paul I’ve been fortunate to meet many other talented bloggers, writers and poets – something I’ll always be grateful for. Bringing people together with words was something that Paul did best.
Paul taught me so much about the power of punctuation and the precise art of randomness in the written word. His wondrous book ‘The Puzzle Box’ takes pride of place on my bookshelf and acts as a constant reminder that everything truly is possible. His poetry has been a source of inspiration and strength, always challenging me to approach my writing in unexpected and surprising ways. While so many of his words stay with me long after reading them, for whatever reason this beautiful poem of his has offered me constant company …‘Which Arts the Government should fund, wish ones if it was up to me … (continue reading)
A poet of the real world. Paul was that rare artist who took the stuff of dreams and made them a reality.
With him in mind yesterday, I raised a glass of red, turned the pages of a book, watched my dog sleep and listened to a story on ‘guard’ donkeys. The poetry of the everyday.
Paul, always my friend in words … you are so very missed. The world is richer for having known you, and poorer for having to say goodbye.
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