Trevor J Potter's Art: First Hint of Autumn.(New Revision).

Trevor J Potter's Art: First Hint of Autumn.(New Revision).: Autumn. Old folk remember their schooldays, Chasing a ball in the street, Kicking their shoes through the leaves. Like bulbs pressed down in...

First Hint of Autumn, Spring Recalled. (Completed Poem).

Autumn.

Old folk remember their schooldays,

Chasing a ball in the street,

Kicking their shoes through the leaves.

Like bulbs pressed down into leaf mould

It was time to mature and flourish,

A chill sun burnishing cheek bones,

A cold wind blurring the view.

Cool but savvy, Spring sloped in when the light changed,

Bringing warmth to our streets, now swept clean,

Not by brooms, but by snow-melt and showers

Transforming pavements into streams,

Sometimes as deep as our ankles;

Sometimes barely damping our heels.

Autumn.

Old folk remember their schooldays

With a symbolic shrug of the shoulders;

Sometimes with nostalgic lies. -

Next February Snowdrops will tear through the frost lace,

But before then a whole world dies.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

September 26th.- 27th. - 28th. 2022.

October 6th. 2022.

Two Abstracts.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Two Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dispo...

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Two Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dispo...: How my life felt to me aged 10 at the time of the Queen`s Coronation. How my life feels to me now at the time of her Funeral. Poem of The Di...

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Two Pictures, (2) Poem of A Terrifi...

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Two Pictures, (2) Poem of A Terrifi...: How my life felt to me aged 10 at the time of the Queen`s Coronation. How my life feels to me now at the time of her Funeral. Poem of A Terr...

(1).My Life in Three Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dispossessed.(Poem Now Revised).

How my life felt to me aged 10

How my life feels to me now.

Poem of The Dispossessed.

I reside where chaos and order collide

In an abstract city of concrete and steel, 

The alleyways littered with junk and glass.

I balance on a knife edge of joy and fear,

Balance on the hardened point of the knife

That can dissect a man,

Skin a shark. 

This is my life from hour to hour

Poised like an acrobat on a wire

Slung between two concrete spires.

The fields I romped in when a child

Too soon ploughed up to build this city.

Tonight I watch a coffin pass,

Driven in silence through wintry rain,

A plain wooden box filled with echoes

Of what a life could have been.

Echoes of days when Larks soared and sang.

Echoes of a trapped man screaming out loud.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. September 14th. - 15th. 2022. October 23rd. 2022.

Trevor J Potter's Art: After The War, A Child`s View of Events..( Complet...

Trevor J Potter's Art: After The War, A Child`s View of VE Day..( Complet...: The morning after hostilities ceased Our home could no longer contain The memories we had made there, Even the wind moved on tip toe Through...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Driving at Speed Through a German Wood.( Newly Com...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Driving at Speed Through a German Wood.( Newly Com...: Driving at speed through a German wood. Sunlight flashing between tall trees Sudden glints of white steel That hurt my eyes as I stare throu...

Unsettled Weather. (Revised).

Ink blue sky.

Houses reflecting the afternoon light

Are whiter than paper.

The late summer heat, solid as marble

Without a single flaw,

Holds me back.

I cannot think - or write - or paint in

                                      this weather,

Clarity of sunlight does not sharpen 

                                   the imagination

Like the onset of summer rain.

Moist grey shadows drift across 

                                            landscapes

Darkened by low cloud.

Mud clogs my shoes, 

But I can walk for miles in such weather,

Observing a revitalized world;

The wind ransacking through tree tops;

Wild water tumultuous in gullies.

This is the world as I love it,

Heartland of the northern gods.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

4th. - 6th. - 7th. September 2022.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Thinking of Nina Hamnett. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Thinking of Nina Hamnett. (Revised).: Your body draped across the spiked railings, A sleeping bag heavy with broken dreams Dropped from a bedroom window. - Drama was always your ...

Not in MY Name.

Protesting against the career of Boris Johnson,

First as London Mayor then as the British Prime 

Minister responsible for wrecking the economy

and moral standing of his country through Brexit

and the attacks on human rights, merely to foster

his own personal interest. This is a graffiti style

panel slowly created over twelve years of outrage,

anger and growing despair. I do not like this as

a piece of art, but it relates how I feel about the

degradation of my once vibrant country. Sadly it

seems that ugly events create an ugly response. Oh

bring back Atlee  and Bevan. Oh bring back the

creative vigour of the 1960`s and the early 2000`s. 

This pastel shows the despair I have felt during these dark soulless years. 

Trevor J Potter's Art: September Poem. (Completed & with picture).

Trevor J Potter's Art: September Poem. (Completed & with picture).:                            She loved me                                                  and in September She wore the curling leaves in...