Tuesday, 25 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Newly Completed Poem).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Newly Completed Poem).: (The greenest of suburbs are haunted by ghosts) I love to walk in these fields at midnight, Feel the earth breathing beneath my feet, A...
Sunday, 23 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Three Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dis...
Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Three Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dis...: 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 ...
Wednesday, 19 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dream Houses . (Poem and Pictures).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dream Houses . (Poem and Pictures).: Sleeping alone these autumn nights I snuggle up in my box of dreams, My private alternative universe Smaller than a nanosecond - Larger th...
Tuesday, 18 October 2022
Dream Time. (2nd. Revision). Poem and Pictures.
Dream Time.
Sleeping alone these autumn nights
I snuggle up in my house of dreams,
My private alternative universe
Smaller than a mausoleum -
Larger than a womb of stars
Drifting deep in Andromeda,
This is where I am truly free,
Out of sight and out of mind.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
October 19th. - 23rd. 2022.
Saturday, 15 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Revised).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Revised).: (The greenest of suburbs are haunted by ghosts) I love to walk in these fields at midnight, Feel the earth breathing beneath my feet, A...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dante and Beatrice in Florence. Poem No.2./ Dante ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dante and Beatrice in Florence. Poem No.2./ Dante ...: Distilled fear terrorises this vision of perfection, A tumult of lonely confusion snagged on the townscape Like a fraught dream that...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Poems for Children. (1) The Wodwo. (2) For voi...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Poems for Children. (1) The Wodwo. (2) For voi...: 1 . The Wodwo. I am the Wodwo. I am neither a tree nor a man, Sand nor water. I am neither spirit nor corporeal, ...
Thursday, 13 October 2022
Zen Lake / Zen Swan. 1 Poem & 2 Paintings. (Revised and Completed).
Painting without planning every detail,
Just letting the brush move over surfaces
Of untreated wood or clean white paper:
Following the grain of the rough cut wood,
Gliding over the smoothness of the paper
Until images form of their own accord,
Shaped by a sensitivity to the moment
And materials that come to hand.
Without planning I know when the work is finished,
Like the chord in a symphony that resolves all tensions,
Or the shadow of a frayed leaf caught in a stream
That is slowly ebbing away.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
14th. October 2022.
Tuesday, 11 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Seventeen 2020.(Illustrated Poem).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Seventeen 2020.(Illustrated Poem).: I notice you are now in high heels. Tall as a flamingo. Frightening the boys. You zap their self confidence with a laugh. When I was youn...
Sunday, 9 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: A Note for my Diary. (Newly Revised).
Trevor J Potter's Art: A Note for my Diary. (Newly Revised).: A book of Chinese poems on my lap I sit in the church waiting for the clock to strike. Today is a day for reading. Yesterday, a day for...
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Discarded Photograph.(Completed Poem).
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Discarded Photograph.(Completed Poem).: When, by chance, I picked up the photograph, I thought I had picked up a portrait of you Laughing by the seaside, but private, as you ...
Saturday, 8 October 2022
Thursday, 6 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: First Hint of Autumn, Spring Recalled. (Completed ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: First Hint of Autumn, Spring Recalled. (Completed ...: Autumn. Old folk remember their schooldays, Chasing a ball in the street, Kicking their shoes through the leaves. Like bulbs pressed down in...
Saturday, 1 October 2022
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Colonel was a fawn Great Dane, docile but loud of bark. He was also as tall as a man when standing on his hind legs. He lived at the Duke of...
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I need two strong hands to shape a poem, Shifting boulders of sound from rock face To flat ground. I need two stron...
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Late summer morning glory, Sunlight saturating moist northern air So that I seem to peer through a billion tiny mirrors As I look towards yo...