These are my words
I throw them high UP into the air
To make their own way in the world
& hope that you will catch them
Before they
Fall
To the ground.
Like old birthday bouquets
Imitating the fall
Of autumn leaves.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter...
4th. October 2012.
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Buying incense by moonlight - The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers. I walk slowly through the mob Eyes tracking my footsteps becaus... -
Silver white and black images on the screen. We translate them back into the reality that memory proposes Transforming the silver into sever... -
If I were a camera I would zoom in directly On winter trees loud with anthracite crows, The ice white ripples on a cold shallow lake; The da...
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