Friday, 22 October 2021

Trevor J Potter's Art: Pauline. (Revised Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Pauline. (Revised Poem).: Grief lasts for a lifetime. After fifty two years I am still grieving for you. When I saw your self portrait made from stained glass I...

Thursday, 21 October 2021

Trevor J Potter's Art: Family Photographs..

Trevor J Potter's Art: Family Photographs..: These photographs are merely cheap paper icons, Mementoes to hang up on a wall,  display in a book. Mementoes that fade in a decade or tw...

Tuesday, 19 October 2021

Pauline Remembered. (Revised).

I will show you the photographs
But they can only give you a false impression.
Pre-digital cameras were not able to reveal
The delicate patterns flicked over her flawless skin
When winter sunlight filtered through high windows
And woke us from deep sleep.
The small hints of a mood change in her thoughtful eyes
Could perhaps be replicated by an artist
On canvas or on paper,
But the cameras that we used in the nineteen sixties
Were far too clumsy, the shutters far too slow
To register such delicate shifts in mood,
The sudden laughter and smiles - followed by a kiss.

Therefore these photographs can only hint at
The love that was so private, so much of who we were
In those two short years that we spent together -
Before she died of cancer - aged just twenty eight.
But I still recall the tenderness of her fingers
Stroking my face and fidgeting my hair
When I bent forward to kiss her on the shoulder
With that shy tenderness only young folk show.
And sometimes I can almost touch her in the dark
As though she were alive in the room beside me
In the quiet moments before I fall asleep. -
That is only wishful thinking, I try to tell myself,
But sometimes her voice seems closer than my heartbeats.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 21st. - 22nd. 2019. - October 19th. 2021.
Although we knew each other for nine years, it was only during the last two or three years of her life that we drew close together.

Thursday, 14 October 2021

Recalling Two Artists, Pauline and Sharon.

Broken shards of porcelain litter 
The back lots of my life.

Two loves I thought would last a lifetime
Lost to ruthless history.

Two flawless porcelain figurines
Smashed in the yard at the furnace door.

Even the photographs I am left with
Fading on the kitchen wall.

Memories disintegrate into shadow,
Become unreal, detached from life,

Become like scattered porcelain shards
Too wrecked to be fixed back together.

And friends who die, have died forever,
We cannot recall them - with love - with tears.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
14th. October 2021.

Thursday, 7 October 2021

Trevor J Potter's Art: My Home Is Europe. (ReWritten Poem)

Trevor J Potter's Art: My Home Is Europe. (ReWritten Poem): Once upon a time I had a dream.  I dreamed Europe was a single country,  No borders to cross,  No passports needed,  Every European an equal...

Wednesday, 6 October 2021

Trevor J Potter's Art: My Home Is Europe. (New Poem)

Trevor J Potter's Art: My Home Is Europe. (New Poem): Once upon a time I had a dream.  I dreamed Europe was a single country,  No borders to cross,  No passports needed,  Every European an equal...

Tuesday, 5 October 2021

It Takes Two to Dream.- A Lyric.

I dreamt of you all night
But we have never met
Only spoken on the telephone.

I dreamt of you all night.

Perhaps we could be partners
If we meet - Or useful friends -
Or simply wave across a busy street.

I dreamt of you all night.

Is that your face
Outside my bedroom window
Or just a trick of the morning light?

Would I recognise you if we meet?


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 5th. 2021.

Glass Bubble.