1.
Easter 1966. For JP.
Girl
I remember the warmth of your love in a cold house:
The April wind rattling the sash windows:
The street dogs yelping.
We seldom linked our fingers, cuddled or kissed;
For hours we lay side by side whispering ballads,
Their words long since forgotten.
One night we wove two wedding rings from strands of cotton;
But the plaintive wail of the passing trains
Told of unplanned journeys.
Twice we consulted the cards, measured our life lines.
Your fate seemed tied to the north,
Mine to the south, hard by the docks and the river.
Girl
This poem is an intimate letter
Encrypted into the dark
On the keyboard of my computer.
I have not, for one moment, ceased pining,
And time does not value compassion.
Please send a few words tomorrow.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 11th. - 12th. 2014.
Rewritten October 7th. - 8th. 2014.
Sightly revised April 6th. - july 22nd. 2015.
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2.
Wild Cat Poem.
Brendan Parker - Odell
Cat of a thousand claws
Why have you never caught a mouse
In your multifaceted paws?
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 13th. 2014.
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