Bagatelle. (A Poem).

Perhaps I should write a book of bagatelles,

Scraps and off-cuts from my workshop; for

                                                        instance

If I should admit that all the photos- all the

Fleeting memories-the wayward dreams we

                                                            share

But have rarely talked about. These and all the

Night long phone calls -can-without a single

Clear exception

In no way substitute for months and years apart.

No, we need not write long screeds packed with

                                                                  feeling

To shout out loud our loneliness, our griefs;

A single bagatelle-perhaps a word or two-that

                                                         is enough

To say all we need to say. - To say it true.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 21st. February 2025.