(1) Her Timed Entrance. A Love Poem. (2) The Silence of Nam June Paik.

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Her Timed Entrance. A Love Poem. 

Quietly through the labyrinth of time
You followed the clues I had scattered;
Your footsteps, although muffled,
Discerned at ten years distance,
Their soft sure tread
Praised from the first.
Your gently whispered words,
A far away enchantment;
Your elfin face, a shadow in my mirror.

And now you have arrived
To the minute,
On the very day expected
At the meeting of two paths.

Give me your hand,
There is no reason to be afraid.
Empathy has long since been our guide;

Give me your hand, your nerve is strong,
My sense of purpose certain;
Let us finish this journey together.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 23rd. 1966. - January 29th. - 31st.- February 1st. 2015.
April 17th. - July 23rd. 2015.

I have reverted to the original last line sketched in 1966.

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                            2.

  The Silence of Nam June Paik.


Broken records

The voice of an era lying smashed
On the floor

Discarded

Now everything that you said to me
Is merely dust for the hoover

Words of false regret
Little broken lies

Poems locked for seven years
Inside a Highgate sepulchre

Little scraps of black
To be dropped into the bin

Broken songs of innocence
Picked over by blunt strangers

The municipal body snatchers

Broken records
Scattered on the floor

Unregarded

Depersonalized

The last of your love letters
Hammered into splinters
Rebuke forgetfulness


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 6th. - 7th. 2014. - January 30th. 2015.
First sketched during a visit to the Tate.