Wednesday, 1 April 2015
To Cynthia From Trevor.
The faintest echo of a long ago friendship
Your name
whispered into the stillness
The emptiness of tonight
which is all that we now have
Cynthia
I miss you
I miss you
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 1st. 2015.
In Loving Memory of Cynthia Lennon 1939 - 2015, who I used to meet with John in London in the 1960`s, most often in The One Tun Goodge Street.
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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... -
With you not here beside me Life seems a near blank page With only a comma on it. A solitary smudge of ink Where words should build cathedr...
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Yesterday I went back home To the land of the White Rabbit, The Griffin, and the Sheep who both Rows and knits, parting the autumn reeds Wit...
thought this was complete after the first five lines - nice write all the same!
ReplyDeletethe above comment was posted at 18:30 BST ... don't know what time zone your blog follows! LOL
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