Trevor J Potter's Art: Movie Time Memories.(Revised and newly Completed V...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Movie Time Memories.(Revised and newly Completed V...: The colour movies really choke me up, They seemed so cutting edged, so packed with truths, So real and to the point, when we first saw them ...

Movie Time Memories.(Revised and newly Completed Version).

The colour movies really choke me up,

They seemed so cutting edged, so packed with truths,

So real and to the point, when we first saw them

In the studio

Just a week or two after the wrap up date.

Now, half a century on, they look washed out, surreal,

Fading enigmas from a bygone age

Soaked in the yellow haze of fantasy and fiction.

We lived our lives in that world before it faded

Into legend,

A lost planet, further out than Mars - Andromeda`s

Wheels of fortune -

Where once we danced - made love in secret - ran laughing

Through Hyde Park,

The songs of Cohen and Dylan shaping the ways we thought,

Ginsberg in our duffle bags - sunflowers on our minds.

That was our year of love as we lived it, not how the films portray,

Their imagery bleached by time into a blur.

You were the flower child who sang like an angel.

I was the boy with a camera who talked for hours.

But to know you now as you were then, I simply close my eyes, 

And ignore the faulty images that the plasma screens display.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

27th. - 31st. March  - April 1st. 2022.

Nostalgia.(Completed)

Nostalgia kills.

I have spent all week dreaming of the past,

Of friends, who when I look at photographs,

Or movie clips in black and white,

Remind me of the boy I used to be

Before advancing age, debts, and the deaths of loved ones,

Restricted the horizons I can see.

My God, that girl was lovelier than the smile

On the caring face of a Florentine Madonna

Painted as the Quattrocento dawned.

Yet she was fiercely modern, just look into her eyes

As she sings into a static microphone

Spotlit harshly on the studio floor.

But the cameras could not read her as I knew her,

She was my mate, we often sat together

In the snug bar of our pub, unnoticed by the heaving

                                                       throng of drinkers.

Unnoticed there, but cheered by crowds all venues that she toured

In Britain, mainland Europe, the USA,

A star and yet so little understood.

Back home in London, cooking Guinness Curry

In the tiny kitchen of my parent`s flat,

We played mind games, and talked in endless riddles

To spin Cats Cradles of Looking Glass ideas

That danced, like glitter, in the air between us.

Our youth now lives intensely in our memories,

No photograph, no clips from TV programmes

Can match the vivid free shows in our minds,

Dream pictures I now see while writing out this poem.

I turn the radio dial. Music has moved on as music must,

I now rarely know the names of bands and singers,

Except those that dominate the news headlines,

My taste is firmly fixed in the nineteen sixties.

Events pass by and soon could be forgotten.-

Too many birthdays.- Too many broken vows.

My friend still sings. Her songs are darker now,

But the wit that sparks her eyes is just the same.

 Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

March 26th. - 30th. - April 24th. 2022.

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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.