1.
In Memoriam.
*
Tying up my shoes, I remember when
You first taught me to lace them,
A red rose in your hair.
*
The party over?
The guests are leaving?
Must I turn out the lights?
*
That shoe floating in the pond -
Is it not one of the special pair
I bought for you last summer?
*
Do not remind me of that Judas kiss
Among bare willows in the park:
High up the swallows flying.
*
Poems locked for seven years
Inside a Highgate sepulchre
Rebuke forgetfulness.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
December 6th. 2014. - December 30th. 2015.
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2.
The Silence of Nam June Paik. (New Version).
Broken records
Shredded spools of tape
Voices of an era
Lying smashed
Upon the floor
Now everything you said to me
Is dust for the hoover
Little scraps of black
The last of your love letters
Hammered into splinters
Words of false regret
Drifting dust of lies
Outside my shuttered window
A dog barking
At imagined whispers
Echoes of your footsteps
Not dinting the snow
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
December 6th. - 7th. 2014. - December 30th. 2015.
August 7th. - December 27th. 2016,
Original version of this poem was posted in January 2015. This new version is the finished poem.
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