More New Abstracts.

 

Colours and Contrasts.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Swan. (New Version).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Swan. (New Version).: There is only one swan on my lake. A swan with no name on my lake. Some days she is calm,  Some days she is fractious, She is a mirror image...

Swan. (Revised Completion).

There is only one swan on my lake.

A swan with no name on my lake.

Some days she is calm, 

Some days she is fractious,

She simulates an image of my moods,

Come darkling hours. Come quiet summer weather.

There is only one swan on my lake.

A solitary swan on my lake.

She swims with the tide.

She swims in the shadows.

From time to time I try to take pictures.

They fade to Trash before I can press Save.

There is only one swan on my lake.

A mute feral swan on my lake.

I hope one day she will meet her partner.

Perhaps one day she will just fly away.

                      

                      But then the nights will be deep and lonely.

                      But then the days will be bleak and cold.

There is only one swan on my lake.

A swan with no name on my lake.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

10th. August 2019 - 21st. - 22nd.May 2023.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Poems. (1) Sufi Love Poem.(2) A self Portrait.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Poems. (1) Sufi Love Poem.(2) A self Portrait.:                   1 .      Sufi Love Poem. Your love is the only love That heals me. What was not is annihilated. What always was   ...

(1) Straight Lines.(2) One Line Poem. - Poems and Pictures.

                         1.

Straight lines repress truth,

Restrict hope,

Wreck the view.

Concrete cities 

Built like prisons,

No space to plant a rose.

Straight lines cancel freedom.

Straight lines restrict love.

Rumi taught his friends to dance,

Tune themselves to the ebb and flow

Of Gaia`s heart beat;

Her rain, her sun, her snow.

                         2.

My heart skipped a beat when I remembered her name

Trevor Joh Karsavin Potter. May 20th. 2023.

The Kiss. (Revised).

That night in the bar Time seemed to melt away

Leaving us trapped in an alien space with no doors,

A broken key dangling from my fingers.

I stood tongue tied, once more a schoolboy caught

                                                               red handed

With pockets stashed with snowballs, sweets and

                                                 grandpas cigarettes,

Both hands trembling for fear of slipper or rod.

"Come here bad boy", you sardonically suggested

As you grabbed my collar and kissed me hard on the

                                                                          mouth,

As though you had already gained my lands and loot.

This was behaviour I did not expect from a scholar,

Especially someone so lady like and formal

That saying boo to a goose could seem not to be your 

                                                                              style.

Love at second sight had blown all constraints awry,

Leaving us beached on a new shore only we had the

                                                      strengths to explore.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

May 18th. - 19th. 2023.

Clear Light Breaking Through. (Completed Poem).

Maybe one day I shall construct a little outhouse

Devised entirely of metal and stained glass,

Except, of course, for a floor of oak - or marble -

Reflecting dazzling colours, a shoe scuffed mirror

Almost brighter than the walls of glass.

This shall be my miniature Reims - or Chartres,

A cathedral of the mind

Not of stone and mortar,

A space for contemplation - to think - to write

                                                   a book,

Or simply sit quite still while long years pass.

                  Time to live like an anchorite in a cell

                  Trying to make sense of dreams and visions;

                  Julian of Norwich shall be my saint and exemplar

                  As I try to rediscover honesty, hope and truth

                  In an era when lies are de-rigueur.

                  I shall cook rice and apples on my charcoal stove,

                  And never venture out of doors

                  Come frost - come hail - come exquisite summer

                                                                  weather.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter,

March 18th. - 19th. - May 16th.-18th. 2023.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Warwick Castle Peacock, Revised.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Warwick Castle Peacock, Revised.:  Turning a corner in the castle garden  We were dazzled by fireworks flaring                                                   at noon; A Su...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Warwick Castle Peacock, Poem and Painting

Trevor J Potter's Art: Warwick Castle Peacock, Poem and Painting:  Turning a corner of the castle garden  We were dazzled by fireworks flaring                                                   at noon; A Su...

Warwick Castle Peacock, (Completed Poem).

 Turning a corner in the castle garden 

We were dazzled by fireworks flaring 

                                                 at noon;

A Sultan Peacock, flaunting his feathers,

Out patrolling his patch of lawn.

Meanwhile a bevy of elegant Peahens

Eyed this extravagance with sedate self 

                                                   interest,

Sideways glances

Meaning far more than he could know.

We turned towards the shade of the castle;

His cries shrieked brazen, hierarchic commands.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter,

12th. - 14th.May 2023.   

Trevor J Potter's Art: Love Story.(Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Love Story.(Revised).: Love seemed so real that night - The stars above us - Your tent stowed away - Your single sleeping bag Big enough for two. Even the foxes  S...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Maytime Magdalene, Soho Queen. (New Revised Version).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Maytime Magdalene, Soho Queen. (New Revised Version).: I was spot on that evening we met, Our togetherness is for life, And not just that time censored moment Long ago,                  and almos...

Maytime Magdalene, Soho Queen. (Completed).

I was spot on that evening we met,

Our togetherness is for life,

And not just that time censored moment

Long ago,

                 and almost lost in the dust

That seems to deepen every time I look back.

We sat close together in the snug

Talking 

             Talking 

                          Talking

Until, at 11 precisely, the lights flashed on and off,

The hand clanged brass bell crashed our trains of thought,

And the Bar Dog started barking.

Later there was cake, coke and coffee, under a dark green awning,

Then your backward glance as you crossed Tottenham Court Road.

Yes, I knew we were linked for life from that night in the snug,

Spliced tight, tuned in to an inhouse radio station.

And yet we were far too wild to settle down then,

Too self absorbed,

                               Hell bent on life style choices

That left us high and dry, on opposite sides of convention,

And unable to change our minds.

Dream crystals glitzed our goodtime friends to ghosts: 

But to you they seemed a life line.

You wised up, thank God, before Death aimed his scythe.

Oh yes we were far too wild, and perhaps still are now,

Mature in everything but imagination.

All night I have been thinking of our first encounter,

And also that later time, when lying out under the stars

We shared a sleeping bag in a field of horses,

We snuggled close while the white faced moon passed over.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

May 1st. - 2nd. -3rd.  2023.