Winter Night.

 

Night Visions / November Super Moon.

 

Autumn House,

 

Raw November Weather.

 

On the Beach.

 

Autumn Colours / Raw Weather.

 

Sonata 109 in E.

 

Toy House.

 

Centurion in a Cloak.

 

With you not here beside me. A New Poem Revised.

With you not here beside me 

Life seems a near blank page

With only a comma on it.

A solitary smudge of ink

Where words should build cathedrals

Of joy - of hope - of love.

With you not here beside me

Thoughts do not make sense, 

Sentences fall apart and quickly perish

Before the pen has even touched the paper.

Time itself a parody of order

As all that makes life good falls apart.

With you not here beside me I grow mute,

We need our partnership to give words meaning.

The moment I hear your voice outside my window

My head is thronged with poems as I rush to the door.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 31st, October 2024.

The Missing Piece.

 

Autumn Wave. with Lone Sail.

 

Fantasies.

 

Night & Day.

 

Improvisation.

 

Red House at Night plus........

 

Red House ; Reclinining Figure.

 

White Field.

 

Super Moon, Fog filtering down.

 

Under Water Dreaming.

 

Japanese Butterfly

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Acid Yellow / Love Breaks Rules 4.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Acid Yellow / Love Breaks Rules 4.:  

Acid Yellow / Love Breaks Rules 4.

 

Love Breaks Rules 3 and 2. Mixed media.

 

Dreamscape Collage.

 

Dried Lavender. (Poem).Now Corrected.

I sprinkle a handful of summer into the drawer,

Dried lavender stalks to quell rogue Carpet Moths

That last April ate a whole Tweed jacket

Then ripped into my favourite woolen waistcoat,

Pucker wool sheared close from mountain sheep.

These moths, the most intrusive of my neighbours,

Forensic activists for the immoral majority,

Fascistic to the core,

They break and enter, thieves employing darkness

To wreck beauty with a Puritan`s zeal.

Strange that beauty can also thwart their mayhem.

Lavender is the loveliest plant in my garden.

This July just passed was a time for love and hope.

A time for new beginnings, for mending what was broken;

For lighting up dark rooms with my garden`s riches.

This handful of summer is the perfume of memory.

To safeguard all my yesterdays I fill the house with flowers.

More perfectly than man made things they brighten up my life.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

2nd. - 3rd. October 2024.

Tree silhouetted against the moon - the centre cannot hold.

 

Farewell Summer 2024.

 

The Murmuration, (A Poem and Painting)..

We stood hand in hand, observing a murmuration;

A cloud of starlings dancing a wave of perfect motion.

That evening we first understood the simplicity of love.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

September 12th. - 13th.- 14th. 2024.

Balancing Act. Completed picture.

 

Order & Chaos 2. Revisions.

 

Late Summer Changes.

 

Order / Chaos, Mixed Media.

 

August Morning Poem.(Revised)

Late summer morning glory,

Sunlight saturating moist northern air

So that I seem to peer through a billion tiny mirrors

As I look towards you walking in the distance

Beneath the pollarded London Planes.

If I wrote in a language more mystical than I dare use

I would write that the world is saturated with God,

So ethereal and brilliant is the August light

As the world tilts slowly towards September.

But God is a problematic word

Packed full with meanings that are not spiritual

But are political to the core, as Jesus was

When he spoke of forgiveness as the nails punched in.

God is too small a symbol for a creator,

A kiss may be more holy than a treasured hoard of prayers. 

Yes, love is political however we care to view it,

And I know this too well as I watch you walk 

                                                       towards me,

Your eyes full of laughter; your mischievous smile

Transgressive as always, yet kind beyond speaking.

And I am more in love with you than I have ever 

                                                    loved in my life.

Profoundly intuitive your presence illuminates wonder.

God is too small a word to describe the awe I am feeling.

So I stand here watching you slowly walk towards me

Among gardens so rich in colour they seem unreal,

More dream like, and yet, far more substantial

Than miraculous images in a stained glass window. 

This morning seems transformed by a transcendent beauty,

The beauty of truth in love, more radical than faith or art.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

31st. August 2024.

Magic Gardens.