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Landscape at Dusk.
Duck egg blue sky:
Woodsmoke grey clouds:
Geese soaring above tall trees:
Winter edging into spring.
The artist draws thin curving lines:
Now the cold rains fall.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
March 4th. - 6th. - 8th.- 10th. 2016.
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2.
Bought in the Charity Shop.
I have just bought a Japanese pot,
The most beautiful pot in the Charity Shop,
And the cheapest.
The manageress did not know the real worth of the pot,
She attached a low price to it because it weighs so little,
Unlike the expansive object with the twisted spout
As large and heavy as a rock garden rock
And smothered in stencilled roses. -
My Japanese pot is hand painted,
Abstract patterns drawn on a mottled background.
The manageress could not see the beauty of this vessel,
Such simplicity eludes her.
To her my pot was just a waste of shelf space.
I have placed it on my desk next to my Buddha.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
March 7th. - 8th.-10th. 2016.
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3.
Evening.
Bury me with the Gypsies
Under the wide cold sky
Where piebald ponies roam.
Bury me with the Gypsies
When the Lark splits open the clouds
With torrents of song.
Bury me with the Gypsies
Deep in the Midland loam
Between two wild eyed sisters.
Bury me with the Gypsies
To await the fall of the stars
When the Earth burns up in the sun.
Bury me with the Gypsies
To the beat of a muffled drum.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
March 6th. - 8th. - 10th. 2016.
I have decided to call all of my poems consisting of 14 lines sonnets, even though they break all the accepted rules.
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