Four Poems (1) Californian Buddhist Wedding. (2) A Fragment. (3) Dreaming in October. (4) Human Traffic.(Revised)

                        1.

Californian Buddhist Wedding. (Revised Version).


The cicadas in the distant gardens presaged heat.

In those moments the world seemed transfigured by hope
As we stood side by side on the tranquil beach
Hands barely touching;
The silent stars spun a glittering web beyond our niche in time.

Speaking few words
We watched the moonlight shimmering a fragile path
Upon the surface of the waters,
A magical path that few have dared to follow.

Like discarded fragments of our former lives
The stones that we collected on the shore
Were flicked across the tops of breaking waves.
Bad memories should not linger to deceive us.

Suddenly you kissed me,
A tentative kiss, like those that children give.-
Slowly we climbed back up the concrete stairway
And entered the quiet house.

That morning when we whispered our solemn vows
In that Buddhist Temple high on the green hill,
We had been changed forever by simple words.
No secular laws were needed then to bind us,
Only our fearless honesty.

But now grey walled Manhattan claims your time;
And here I sit and watch the London rain
Darkening the cold window.
December nights are long and strangely empty.
The pallid moonlight seldom splits the clouds.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
17th. - 30th November 2012.
5th. - 6th. June 2014.

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                        2.

               A Fragment.


The fragility of moonlight frosting your face
Reminds me of swans drifting through mist
Upon still waters


Trevor John Karsavin Potter
May 10th. 1984. - September 28th. 2012.

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                        3.

           Dreaming in October.


Dust motes drifting in sunlight
A soft veil of quietude.


Will I hear your footsteps on the garden footpath
Before the leaves have fallen?


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 1st. 2012. - June 4th 2014.

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                        4..

      Human Traffic.


Tinned meat
Pressed into cars and buses
Fly blown in the sun

Travelling can be fun

Free born Human Beings
Trained to taste defeat
Victims of our produce

We are what we eat

Trapped in mobile boxes
We eye a copper sun
And sizzle in the heat

Travelling cant be beat

Reduced to scarecrow fillets
Spit roasted
Overdone

We await the quick denouement

Neatly packaged
Trussed and hung


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 6th. - 7th. 2012. - June 5th. 2014
June 7th. 2015. - January 7th. 2016.