Trevor J Potter's Art: Sospiri. (Completed Version)

Trevor J Potter's Art: Sospiri. Completed Version): Listening to rain  after the lotus has withered. Tears falling onto the broad                                       lake I place my phone on...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Dreaming of Japan.(Rewritten Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Dreaming of Japan.(Rewritten Poem).: It must really be autumn. I am watching films about Japan. I wish I could add wings to the roof of my house And fly there, Over the mou...

February Evening, The Revellers Returned. (Revised).

The cat turns her back on the painted birds,

They cannot entice her.

She stares satirically out of the high window

Looking for something meaningful to hunt,

Raw meat for her table.

The fields far below her growing dark,

The crowds that peopled them an hour ago

Have wandered home in drunken disarray

Seeking an early night.

The cat looks down for tit bits in the grass,

Perhaps a rodent, careless and overweight.

Someone has hung a cloth from the window

                                                              ledge,

A blue and white cloth placed next to a blue

                                              and white bowl.

A batch of scrolls have been dropped upon the

                                                               floor,

Flowers have been placed upon them.

The pictures of birds are white, or grey and white.

The cat resides in a reality all of her own,

A reality that only a Zen Monk could understand.

The evening sun has set the clouds on fire.

Mount Fuji, blue as the morning, stands quiet

                                         and unimpressed;

Real birds flying over the summit,

                                 Swiftly out of the picture.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

1st. - 7th. February 2021.

From a print by Hiroshige, Poem Number Two. The month of March.

As We Appear. (A Lyric).

I had never thought this before

Not before you said it

That I am a part of the landscape

Just like the squat church tower

The trees in the Cottage Meadow

The crowded supermarkets

I have always been an observer

A flesh and blood Praktica

A director not in the picture

A presence behind the scenes

But then when you got up and said it

At the life achievement awards

I was out of myself looking down

From somewhere close to the ceiling

At an old man sat in the front row

In a crowd of much younger people

An observer observed seems absurd

He appears not just part of the landscape

But entirely integral to it

While not being sure why he is

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

 30th. January 2021.

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

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

Trevor J Potter's Art: Memories by Lamplight, Grey mid November. (Rewritt...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Memories by Lamplight, Grey mid November. (Rewritt...: Turning lights on mid afternoon - my thoughts                                                              return to Anne, (1928 - 1974), te...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Pink Umbrellas in November. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Pink Umbrellas in November. (Revised).: Mums carrying pink umbrellas in the rain, Maytime umbrellas in squalid mid November When all is grey and dark and dripping wet, Mist liquid ...