If Paul Curtis publishes a book of his love poetry, your grateful host will surely purchase a copy. Or two. Things like this are the sort of poem I love to write.
Paul Curtis does wander through the topics, and while I’ve decided to dedicate this month’s poetical offerings to his work, this is a bare beginning. As I mentioned a couple weeks ago, he covers Christmas, childhood, teen life, poetic dirty jokes, and more.
Let’s have another from Curtis, shall we? Simple, sweet.
I Never Knew
I never knew
When I wished for you
That the wish I wished
Would soon come true
I never knew
When I dreamed of you
In the dreams I dreamed
You would love me too
I recently discovered Paul Curtis, a poet from Surrey, England, who has been writing for many years and continues to do so more regularly than your easily-distracted host. His philosophy of poetry is very accessible, and as a result, so are his poems. The only thing not accessible is his work in printed form, which is rather a shame. His topics range from innocent to ribald, from first love to Christmas stories to humor to loss, and it’s all so lovely and straightforward.
Yes, yes, I only just finished praising the dense historical allusion of Poe and so on, but there is more than one way to make an enjoyable poem!