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Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 9th. 2017.

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Sterile Area. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Sterile Area. (Revised).: Between truth and lies, Fantasy and Reality, The Sterile Area X Rays all things With the white light Of the void. Here we spend our l...

The Sterile Area. (New Long Version).

Between truth and lies,
Fantasy and Reality,
The Sterile Area X Rays all things
With the white light
Of the void.

Here I spend my time,
Neither on the inside,
Nor on the outside,
But somewhere in between,
The No Mans Land of day to day existence
Where nothing real is spoken
And thoughts are packed in ice.

The cameras film all angles,
The tapes are kept on file,
There is no dark place to hide.
I have even started to believe
My laptop is a nest of spies,
And my phone can read my mind.

Dreams are all I have
To keep me in touch with life,
The true sound of my voice,
The music in my heart.
I have junked the television set,
Quit reading the Sunday Times.
I want my dreams to be my own,
Not those the Press supplies.

I want to find the self I was
Before convention grabbed my throat,
Pinned me to the wall and tried
To quarantine my mind.

Between the truth and lies
The white light of the void
Wipes clean all that is real
From off the slate of life.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
June 1st. - 2nd. - 3rd, - 11th. -12th. - 18th. 2017. 

Written , initially at great speed, after hearing Anthony Howell read his poems about prison life.

Trevor J Potter's Art: London - June 1966.(Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: London - June 1966.(Revised).:                     1       London - June 1966.        I broke my promise, I did not visit you, I sat all alone in the pub Nursing my...

Trevor J Potter's Art: London - June 1966.(Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: London - June 1966.(Revised).:                     1       London - June 1966.        I broke my promise, I did not visit you, I sat all alone in the pub Nursing my...

Trevor J Potter's Art: London - June 1966.(Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: London - June 1966.(Revised).:                     1       London - June 1966.        I broke my promise, I did not visit you, I sat all alone in the pub Nursing my...

Whit Sunday.

I left the door open by mistake.
No thieves came.
No trespasser entered.
But the whole house was filled
With an unexpected light,
And birdsong thrilled the air.

I was waiting for the telephone to ring.
Good news spoken down the line
Could not out shine this singular moment,
Could not have similar power.

Words introduce complexities,
Replace a hug with too much banter.
The sunlight dancing down my hall
Out dazzles the tenderest kiss.

But I must think of you, my love,
Unconscious in the hospital.
The oxygen mask clamped over your face.
The sun locked out of sight.

If I could hold ten Nightingales in my palm
I would bring them to sing at your window.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 22nd. 2017.
See June 12th. 2020, The Open Door.