Trevor J Potter's Art: I live in Many Minds. (Newly Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: I live in Many Minds. (Newly Revised).: Late summer stillness. I drag a stick across the pond and watch the mud come to the surface.- At dawn moisture danced upon the cobwebs. ...

The Outcasts. (Revised).

I cannot tap out Morse Code messages,

or draw simple patterns in the air

with outstretched fingers.

My hands are now so wrecked

the keyboard is a minefield to my touch,

and pens often end up on the floor,

I don`t know why it hurts so much to grip them.

Am Dram is our natural way of being,

so if you wish to talk to me with signs,

please indicate your meaning with a glance,

or come out front and mime a scene or two.

Do this and I shall know just how to answer,

with a wink, a nod, a seraphic loving stare,

                             a quirky sideshow guffaw

as I nudge and elbow obstacles aside

to try and keep the sight lines unencumbered.

Truth is a shadow danced across your lips,

a sort of dumb show clear to us alone,

We can also speak through touch, with hugs and kisses;

our foreheads pressed together in the dark.

My hands are snarled in knots,

                          bashed up and nearly useless,

curled in upon themselves like mollusc shells,

the life and love lines tangled, cut to shreds,

                                 meshed and badly frayed.

I can no longer hold a book, a pen, a pencil,

throw a ball or wear a pair of gloves,

but these clumsy paws can still stretch wide and clap,

set free when you step up to take the stage.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

Poem first sketched, (as End Of Term Love), September 18th. - 19th. 2016.

Rewritten between November 18th. 2021. - May 12th. - July 31st. 2022.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Poems. (1) June 25th. 2016. From the Roof of T...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Poems. (1) June 25th. 2016. From the Roof of T...:                   1 . June 25th. 2016. From the Roof of Tate Modern. A black spot on a sheet of paper. An ink blot relentlessly spread...

First Love.

In the midst of the crowd

A wild girl smiling -

Hair fragrant as forests -

Eyes midsummer blue -

The long handled bag hung over her shoulder

Twisted and swung like a garden swing 

Attached to a swaying bough.

"I wish she would sit next to me" I murmured

Into the depths of my half filled glass.

"I would rather chat until the rafters rattled

Than sit by myself and quaff".

Outside in the night the church bells were ringing.

And lo and behold

Without asking,

Not knowing

How I would react to her forceful presence,

To the weft and the warp of her long winded stories,

& The nervousness

She had buried beneath them,

She sat down so close we were nearly touching

And straight away told me her name.

Dear reader, I did not marry her,

Our love was too strong to make that mistake.

We were not influenced by the church bells ringing.

But the conversation we started that evening

Has continued for half a century or more,

And the warmth of her arm at ease on my shoulder

Recalls that first night when we talked until dawn.

Outside in the darkness the church bells were ringing

To proclaim a miracle that was not ours to name.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

May 8th. 2022.

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1) Walking on Water. (2) After the Storm.

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1) Walking on Water. (2) After the Storm.:                  1.   Walking on Water. I stand in the shadow of the Cathedral.                                                        ...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Babes in Arms. The Dark Legacies of Total War. (Re...

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Trevor J Potter's Art: Alma.of Sarajevo.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Alma.of Sarajevo.: The most beautiful smile in the world- The smile of a pregnant woman, Shy, ecstatic, playful; The roses pressed to her heart Bereft of t...