Thursday, 21 June 2018

Coppelia (Revised).


Walking at last
A child again
Learning how to stiffly move
From A to B
From chair to table
From bed to door

Walking at last
On solid legs
The floors unstable
The walls dissolving

Six months stone still
Locked in a coma
Your eyes clamped tight
Neck in a cast
Have wrecked your muscles
Slowed your mind
Curtailed language -
Violent epileptic seizures
Have tossed you about
Like an old rag doll

Walking at last
You struggle towards me
Across a Ward
Wide as the world
Frail arms outstretched
A high wire dreamer
Resisting assistance
Fighting the air
A smile in your eyes

I must promise myself not to mention the tears
I cried for you every night last summer


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 7th. - 8th.- 9th. - June 21st. 2018. 

Wednesday, 13 June 2018

Two Poems. (1) Narcotics. (2) Urban Owl.

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          Narcotics.


Mind - released from the fog of morphine
Realigns with the rules of reason -
The sacred texts of untruth.

To get through the day I must give up thinking,
Stare at the screen - an automaton -
Stop trying to be myself.

When I shut down the computers I am nearly blind -
I cannot see the office for what it is -
A chaos of human stories.

Pain killers do not assist me to readjust
From electronic realities to simple living -
From video porn to innocent love.

It is only when I listen to the nightingale
That the world is once more my home.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 7th. 2018. 

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         Urban Owl.


Swift - darting hunter
Eyes - small volcanoes
Erupting into the night


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 7th. 2018.

Thursday, 7 June 2018

Trevor J Potter's Art: Pauline. (New Version).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Pauline. (New Version).: Grief lasts for a lifetime. After fifty two years I am still grieving for you. When I saw your self portrait made from stained glass I...

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

Pauline. (Completed Poem).


Grief lasts for a lifetime.

After fifty two years I am still grieving for you.

When I saw your self portrait made from stained glass
I was suddenly back in your studio.

I was a kid sprawled like a rug on the wooden floor
Making weird marks on paper.

Your paper.
                    Your charcoal.
                                             Your coloured pens.

You watched amused as I drew lines and circles,
Not thinking at all what I was doing,
My hand out-speeding my grid locked brain.

The moment I started to think about what I was doing
You snatched the sketch book away from me
And slipped it into a folder.

I protested, but then I was too wilful to understand
That art, like love, can only ever be true
When it seems to be happening by chance.

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The last time we met was in the hospital.
The white sheets covered you like a shroud
That you snuggled deep into to outwit the pain.

"Please don`t give up art", you urgently whispered.
"But how? - But how?" I cried into the dark.
"Don`t worry.- What has to be said will be spoken."

And for forty years afterwards I could not draw,
But now everyday I put pencil to paper.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 5th. - 7th. - 10th. 2018.

For Pauline Boty, who encouraged me to be an artist. I hope I am not failing her.

Monday, 4 June 2018

Trevor J Potter's Art: Memory. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Memory. (Revised).: When I opened the window this morning I thought that I briefly saw you Admiring the miniature roses. But then, with a shock, I realized ...

Saturday, 2 June 2018

Trevor J Potter's Art: Train Ride.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Train Ride.:                     The woman in the seat right next to mine Displays her pale green fingernails That signify some danger, or so it seem...

Wednesday, 30 May 2018

(1) A Bright May Morning. (Revised) (2) At First Sight.


                1.

A Bright May Morning.


Increasing my sense of loneliness
Your voice echoes down the telephone
A lone flute heard in the distance
A far off bird calling for a mate
Heard in the morning as I struggle to sleep
Chilled by your absence

You told me you loved me when you telephoned
Out of the blue
                          this Monday morning
But now that the truth has at last been spoken
The waiting is crueller than it used to be
When I had jettisoned hope

In a week you shall be well enough to travel-
Your bed in the ward occupied by another-
Once you are here I shall switch off the phone


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 29th. - June 10th. 2018.
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               2.

    At First Sight.


Across the atrium
Your eyes look into mine

Wild lightning
Not a trace of thunder


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 27th. 2018.