Saturday, 30 December 2023
Friday, 29 December 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: February Trees.(Revised).
Trevor J Potter's Art: February Trees.(Revised).: Plane trees in the mist. Filigree patterns of axons; Of fine capillaries. Veins reaching up through the winter sky Under the skin of mi...
Trevor J Potter's Art: A Bitter Isolation.
Trevor J Potter's Art: A Bitter Isolation.: Brexit has clipped my wings, I can no longer fly, Soar over mountains and oceans, Dance with the stars. Brexit has dragged me earthwar...
Thursday, 28 December 2023
Tuesday, 26 December 2023
Saturday, 23 December 2023
Wednesday, 20 December 2023
Monday, 18 December 2023
Sunday, 17 December 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dreamtime in West London, December 1965. (Revised ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dreamtime in West London, December 1965. (Revised ...: In the secret depths of your soul Wild forests stir, Probe with myriad roots And wind torn branches The tangled depths Of dappled time, Seek...
Saturday, 16 December 2023
Dreamtime in West London, December 1965. Poem with Painting. (Revised and Completed).
In the secret depths of your soul
Wild forests stir,
Probe with myriad roots
And wind torn branches
The tangled depths
Of dappled time,
Seeking a new space to shelter in,
Unknown to wolf and rough weather.
There, in the safety of your dreamtime
You sleep, softly breathing beside me;
Your hand, at rest on my shoulder,
Weightless as eiderdown.
The child in your belly is restless, turning as you sleep.
Perhaps she has already taken control of our lives.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
17th. December 2023. (Poem begun October 1969).
Friday, 15 December 2023
Wednesday, 13 December 2023
Monday, 11 December 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: Alexandra`s Grave.(Revised with new ending).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Alexandra`s Grave.(Revised with new ending).: No I do not want to visit my close friend`s grave I want her here beside me Dancing down the London streets Arm in arm Laughing like a wild ...
Thursday, 7 December 2023
Tuesday, 5 December 2023
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