Trevor J Potter's Art: Harvest, Thanksgiving and Christmas. (Rewritten).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Harvest, Thanksgiving and Christmas. (Rewritten).:  I watched enchanted the pardoning of the turkey, A strange Thanksgiving custom that seems to                                               ...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Seventeen 2020.(Rewritten).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Seventeen 2020.(Rewritten).: I notice you are now in high heels. Tall as a flamingo. Frightening the boys. When I was young I dressed in Winkle Pickers, Your tongue ...

A Bright May Morning - Woken by Your Call.

Increasing my sense of isolation

Your voice echoes down the telephone -

A lone flute heard in the distance

Or a far off lark calling for a mate -

Haunting the morning quiet as I struggle

                                                from sleep

Chilled to the bone by your absence.

You told me you loved me when, out of

                            the blue, you called me, 

Words clearing the shadows that webbed

                                               the skylight

Letting the sun break through.

But now truth is spoken the waiting seems

                                                        crueller

                                than it was at Tenebrae,

This house emptied of memory and

                                             lacking its soul.

Good Friday was all things but good, the

                                           loneliness visceral.

I sat at the window and tried to count seagulls

Ripping through plastic bags in the street.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

Poem started May 29th. - June 10th. 2018.

Poem completed November - 29th. - 30th. - December 2nd. - 3rd. 2020.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Advent Memories. (New Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Advent Memories. (New Poem).: Slowly degrading memories. A signature on a testament. A photograph, paper thin and fading, Just like the pages of a discarded book, A ...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Neighbours.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Neighbours.: Love thy neighbour as thyself.  Who is my Neighbour? My neighbour is the fox prowling through the streets. My neighbour is the badger bu...

Not Being Allowed.(Revised).

Not being allowed to touch you

Is not being allowed to live.

Not being allowed to kiss you

Is not being allowed to love.

Like a rabbit in a steel trap

Waiting for the blow to fall,

Not being allowed your kindness

Is not knowing kindness at all.

Last night I dreamed I held you

In the gentle dark of our bed,

But when I awoke this morning

My fists were punching the wall.

Not being allowed you near me

Is pure violence against who we are.

You are my voice, my true word,

Without you the silence is All.

I sit alone in my locked cell

Not able to take nor to give,

Not being allowed to hug you

Is not being allowed to live.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

November 27th. 2020. - December 1st. 2020.                                                       

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Beauty of November Rain.

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Beauty of November Rain.: I am glad rain is falling this November noon. This is the time of year for the beauty of rain To become apparent, soaking the fallen leaves,...