Saturday, 19 July 2025
Trevor J Potter's Art: Holy Fool.(Completed Poem).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Holy Fool.(Completed Poem).: Lost in the debris of secular life The Holy Fool wears a mitre But cannot tell you why. I am not a priest, I am not a prophet; I have never ...
Thursday, 17 July 2025
Trevor J Potter's Art: Birthday Flowers. (Revised).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Birthday Flowers. (Revised).: Flicking through pages on my mobile phone I study photos of the summer just gone - Birthday flowers placed in a vase by the kitchen wind...
Wednesday, 16 July 2025
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Sunday, 1 June 2025
Holy Fool.(Completed Poem).
Lost in the debris of secular life
The Holy Fool wears a mitre
But cannot tell you why.
I am not a priest, I am not a prophet;
I have never spoken on TV.
I spend my nights deep in the subway.
I am absolute in my poverty..
Commuters rarely notice him
They zig zag blindly passed his pitch
Smart phones pressed against their faces
I am not a priest, I am not a prophet;
I have never spoken on TV.
I spend my nights deep in the subway.
I am absolute in my poverty.
But the Holy Fool is as wise as the Angels
Simplicity has gifted him
Eyes that can penetrate complex masks
Into the lonely lives of strangers.
His hands are bandaged. His tears like smiles
Stream his anguished face with rainbows.
He does not beg. Those few who greet him
Can never again belittle the poor.
I am not a priest, I am not a prophet;
I have never spoken on TV.
I spend my nights deep in the subway.
I am absolute in my poverty.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
1st. June 2025 - 19th. July 2025..
I was thinking of a miracle of Saint Zita of Lucca.
Friday, 30 May 2025
Cathedral. A Poem.
When I was young I built a cathedral
In our back garden.
The dome was a rock,
The walls were piles of broken bricks
Stacked on uneven ground.
My father broke down my poor cathedral
With hoe and shovel.
"Children should not live in their dreams"
He said. "They must learn their limitations,
Hard work and common sense".
His church was the cricket club.
Saint Francis was not even a name.
Today I dream cathedrals while I sleep.
Their altars are the smiles of all the saints.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
30th. May 2025.
Monday, 26 May 2025
Friday, 23 May 2025
Thursday, 22 May 2025
May Day Blues. A Poem (Revised & Completed).
Pink snow in drifts
Blown across the city pavements
Litter of failed marriages.
Recollections of your hollow laugh
Rancid as the cigarette smoke
You coughed into my face when angry.
The night you walked out of my life
Was May the First - late blossom falling
Over your hair like wet confetti.
I forgave you for stealing my child and my home,
For mocking my parents who openly loved you
But for blighting the Spring only God can forgive you.
Pink snow in drifts - the May bells ringing -
The cash in your hand is the cash that i earned
To build a haven you swore you believed in,
I feel like a robin shut tight in a trap,
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
May 22nd. - 27th. 2025.
Tuesday, 20 May 2025
Sunday, 18 May 2025
Saturday, 17 May 2025
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Wednesday, 7 May 2025
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