Saturday, 19 November 2016
Stillness Perfected. (Four poems sketched in the British Museum).
Jin Ding Ware.
Black dish with copper rim.
The beauty of darkness
set against the white
of the adjacent vase.
Simplicity more luminous
than porcelain dragons.
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Stone Buddha.
The Amitabha Buddha.
At peace in Nirvana
but forever earth bound,
standing on the marble lotus.
I wish I could find your stolen hands.
Then you could clap them hard and sing.
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November Rose Buds.
The black bowl compliments the ewer.
The refinements of a perfect marriage
adding grace to the breakfast table.
Those rescued stems I placed in the vase.
I hope their buds will soon unfurl.
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Ming Dynasty Porcelain Bottle.
Two Blue Birds.
A pure white sky.
Summer and winter fused together.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
November 19th. 2016.
Written in the Chinese Ceramics Gallery of the British Museum.
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