Tuesday, 2 May 2017
At the Breakfast Table.
For a moment
a lovely pattern
inside my sugar bowl
caught my attention.
And then it had gone,
had shifted.
The dark sugar grains
slid
into something far more
ordinary,
more everyday,
simply utilitarian.
Something to make use of.
To dissolve without thought.
Quietly I sip my coffee
and wonder what strange
rare beauty
died to make this moment.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 1st. 2017.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
-
Flicking through pages on my mobile phone I study photos of the summer just gone - Birthday flowers placed in a vase by the ...
-
Silver white and black images on the screen. We translate them back into the reality that memory proposes Transforming the silver into sever... -
Buying incense by moonlight - The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers. I walk slowly through the mob Eyes tracking my footsteps becaus...
No comments:
Post a Comment