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Trevor J Potter's Art: The Statuette of a Laughing Buddha.

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Trevor J Potter's Art: 3 Poems. A Slip In Time. / Clown Portrait./ Dusk M...

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I Hardly Noticed Winter. (Revised).

I hardly noticed the winter this year.

A shadow passing by my bedroom window -

                                                        perhaps?

Yes the wind blew and took away half my fence,

But that could have happened in late August,

Or early July.

No - the winter did not impinge much upon

                                            my life this year,

Just a shadow passing by my bedroom window.

I must admit I dream a lot when I`m alone,

The past and future interacting - a riot of moving

                                                          pictures

Deep inside my brain.

Yes, I did not notice the winter much this year,

But the dreams have been more vivid than expected,

Like a sudden slap taken on the face,

Raw nerves of hope - of dread - and of contrition

Exposed to self contempt.

And a deep regret for love not understood.

I`ve never got our love right Marianne.

But your presence has impinged upon my dreams

And made me think about the paths not taken,

And the paths we took that led to loneliness.

But hope comes with the Springtime, don`t you know,

And this morning when I opened wide the curtains

The sunlight flooded deep into my rooms.

I blinked, and every shadow seemed a mirage.

Yes, I hardly noticed winter pass this year,

But this dazzling morning took me by surprise;

A brilliant dawn revealing dark interiors,

Leaving no place to hide.

Dreaming of the past is not a helpful occupation

Unless a chance of reconciliation is implied.

 Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

22nd. - 23rd. March - 5th. April 2022.

Two Short Poems Sketched at Midnight.(Revised).

                      1. 

Spring equinox this weekend;

I wonder why the winter passed so quickly,

I was beginning to enjoy the dark 

                       2.

Saint Patrick`s Day already;

My birthday soon, don`t make me think about it;

I would rather be an eagle soaring far

Without a clock or visa,

Without the power of radar to direct me

Toward somewhere I do not need to go.

Growing old is something I`m not good at,

Just leave me be to contemplate the view,

A grounded eagle, wing clipped and tarsus chained,

But with a mind that looks far over mountains,

The fields and villages, the lakes reflecting stars. 

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

17th. - 18th. March 2022.

A Sort of Credo. March 2022.(Completed).

Debussy in my soul.

Bob Dylan on my mind.

Delius in my senses. 

Mondrian all around.

Art defines the world for me.-

Not politics, - Not war.

I was born in nineteen forty three.

A bomb blast knocked my mum downstairs

In the black out - all lights turned low,

And so the house seemed built of shadows.

My mother then was six months pregnant,

She would never use the garden shelter,

It was damp and feted, a rats hotel.

Upon my back there is a mark

From when her belly hit the bannister.

A nearby house became a tomb.

My mum, determined I would never be

An airman or a private soldier,

Taught me to draw, to copy pictures

Found in books and magazines.

I spent late hours listening to music,

My head tucked underneath the blankets,

Feigning sleep when father looked in.

He had been a sailor.

He believed in brute force.

He tried to restrict my use of the radio - & books.

Debussy in my soul.

Picasso on my mind.

Art is my refuge,

My motivation.

Delius in my senses.

Mondrian all around.

I live to paint pictures

Vibrant with colour,

Defying this epoch

That is violent to the core.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

March 14th. - 15th. = 16th.  2022.

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