Friday, 13 March 2015
Loss in November, Missing You.
White sunlight slanting
Through cracks in the door
Late roses in bloom
Dry leaves piled high
A shadow of ash
Smeared on a window
A touch of lipstick
Traced on a glass
The photographs I took last summer
Lean against an empty vase
Already the colours are fading
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
November 7th. - 16th. 2012. -
March 1st. - 14th. - 16th. 2015.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
Buying incense by moonlight - The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers. I walk slowly through the mulch Eyes tracking my footsteps beca...
-
Poem 1. The trees are different today. The stark outlines have gone, and a few have pink ...
-
Waiting for something Waiting for a sign - a warning A word A kiss A hug in the dark A promise of renewal Certainly not goodbye My dreams a...
No comments:
Post a Comment