Trevor J Potter's Art: Night Train.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Night Train.:            Night Train. Outside the carriage window The night has become spectral, A ghost factory of forensic arc lights Into which ...

Crescent Moon in March. (Original Version. The Completed Poem published 21st. March 2021)

Weeping into the hollow shell of my violin
I remember the last time we were together
And try to fill my lonely hours with music.

The heartbreaking cadences of Beethoven`s
Final string quartet
Drift from the old time record player
In the adjoining room.
I place my violin back inside its case,
My music cannot speak truth as plainly as Beethoven`s.

Tonight we are in the company of angels.
They fly between us on quiet wings,
Conveying messages that only we can hear.
The angels understand the anguish of separated lovers,
They protect us from alcohol and opioids
As we wait out the sickly hollowed hours.

Until I met you I did not believe in angels.
I thought they were the by-products of reveries
Lived for real by mystics
When they fasted in remote and hostile wastelands
Seeking to speak with God.
I thought these saints were driven mad by loneliness,
By mouldy bread or brackish drinking water.
But now I must self isolate, at least until the summer,
The hidden presence of our guardian angels
Seems as real as music.

Tonight the moon is an indistinct white crescent,
A desert moon above the mists of England;
Febrile mists dissolving truth and clarity.

The ambivalent final chords of the string quartet,
Crafted out of solitude and sickness,
Echo through the house - and then the silence.

I turn off the lights. I now can better see
The slow drift of the shadow patterned moon
Above the London rooftops.
I hope you can watch the moon from your hospital bed,
But I expect the blinds are pulled down before dusk.

I retrieve my violin from its wooden case.-
For the first time since the fall that nearly killed you
I can play the tune I wrote the day we met.-
In the depths of my mind I can hear you call my name.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
March 3rd. - 18th. - 21st. - 24th. - 26th. - April 6th. - 7th. - May 10th. - 12th. 2020.
For Ivy in hospital Leicester.

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Unexpected Gift of Absolution. (New Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Unexpected Gift of Absolution. (New Poem).: You lay in my arms asleep, Your night dress wide open Because you neglected to tie it, A habit you keep to this day. A habit, just like...

Japanese Weeping Plum Trees. (Revised).

Weeping plum trees;
Rain of blossom and fragrant wood
Sweeping out the grit of winter.

We walk beneath the swaying trees;
Small birds feeding in the branches
Scatter blossom on our heads.

We need not plan an Easter wedding;
The falling blossom, the budding leaves
Are all the blessings that we need.

Last time we saw Kameido Tenjin
The fruit was soft and ready to eat.

Bitter sweet these fragrant trees,
Burdened with the weight of flowers
That bloom and fall within one week.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
7th. - 8th. March 2020.
Kameido Tenjin Shrine in Tokyo has a wonderful garden, the high arched bridge is famous.  My mother was in love with Japanese culture, and taught me much about costumes, flower arranging, the wonderful wood block prints. When my school friends only knew about jungle warfare I was learning about Zen Buddhism, Shinto and the Spring festivals. My mother kept her kimono through the war years. I now think I had the better education.

The Unexpected Gift. (New Poem).

Until then we had lodged in small bedsits,
Loners who steered clear of strangers.
We hated fairgrounds and parties;
Dance halls and pubs.
We preferred to stay in to watch game shows,
Holed up and alone at weekends,
Reality ditched at the back door.

But to me you are an open book,
(As I hope I am open with you).
Two people - two books - one story;
One script only we can decipher. -
When we met, just by chance, in the stairwell,
We stood and just looked at each other,
Looked for an hour without speaking,
In a semi hypnotic trance. -
In that silence I learned your whole story,
And it seems that you also learned mine.

"I too need some truth", you whispered,
And I knew, without asking your meaning,
That from then we could not live apart.


Trevor John Karsarvin Potter.
7th. - 10th. March 2020.
22nd. March 2021.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Mount Fuji seen from Goten-yama to Shinagawa on th...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Mount Fuji seen from Goten-yama to Shinagawa on th...: I do not understand this picture. Have two monks flown in on their crimson carpet Over the pale blue sea and wooden roof tops From dist...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Shrove Tuesday, February 2020. (Re Written)

Trevor J Potter's Art: Shrove Tuesday, February 2020. (Re Written): The cherry blossoms are already out in Tokyo. Here in London I have daffodils and crocuses, The swift shadows of inland gulls in flight, ...