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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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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My generation rejoiced when National Service was abolished. Our new freedoms brought forth great things, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, H...
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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