(1) Country Girl. Revised (2) In Ancient China. (3) Song of the Steadfast Servant.

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                   Country Girl.


Funny,
I always think of you with light coloured hair,
Not black, dead straight and thickly lacquered
But windblown and burnished, reflecting the sun;
A hand combed tangle hiding a nest of glittering
                                                                     fireflies,
Or so it seemed. How else could I have explained
those dazzling highlights to myself & to my friends?
But now neat artifice seems to be all the rage,
and everything natural tied back, disguised
and not allowed to mar the urbane icon.
Thus we descend from bright youth
to an artfully glamorous old age
that glosses over reality
for no apparent
reason.


& yet, nowadays, you sing with a delicate sweetness
Far out of your range before,
& I am touched to the heart by this new transcendent
                                                                          beauty,
So bright with the love that passed you by when young.


Oh forget past times,
Forget plans left half done,
They are just old notes scrawled on a bedside scrap pad
Too small to make a fire.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 27th. - 29th. 2016.

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                           2.

In Ancient China fish were thought to carry messages.


           You have fish for supper most evenings?
            Perhaps I should drop a message into the sea
            And hope that it reaches you.

            I still love you
            But how will you ever know
    this
            Living alone in your room.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
January 27th. 2016.

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                       3.

The Song of the Steadfast Servant.


Found true
love is
when all else
is lost.

Found true
as the Lamb was
among the thorns
and rocks.

Found true
on Golgotha
when the Temple fell
to dust.

Found true
love is
when all else
is lost.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 7th. 1973.
January 29th. 2016.