Sunday, 28 August 2022
Thursday, 25 August 2022
Saturday, 20 August 2022
After The War, A Child`s View of Events.( Completed Poem).
Our home could no longer contain
The memories we had made there
During the black out
And the years of hopeless waiting,
Even the wind moved on tip toe
Through the rooms and hallway,
And the tick of the clock had muffled itself somehow.
Afraid to make a noise, we played hop scotch in the
street,
Awkwardly balancing on cold bare feet.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
August 20th. - September 7th. 2022.
Wednesday, 17 August 2022
Scenes From My Album. / "Pictures unveil stories words can`t reveal". Poem.
Pictures unveil stories words can`t reveal.
If you laugh - then you laugh.
If you cry - then you cry.
Your response should not be shaped by thinking
- just by looking.
Thought is too often muddied by words.
Talking about pictures misses the point.
A picture is music transformed into colour.
Imagination let loose to dance.
Painting is akin to dance.
Brush strokes creating balance and poise.
Movement becomes still in a
whirl of colour,
The complexities of line and mass.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
18th.- 19th. August 2022.
Thursday, 11 August 2022
Portrait of a Dancer.
Adoration of the goddess
The white mysterious moon
Ecstatic dancer
Transformed into shards
Smashed shards of colour
Frenetic movement
Even the fiercest love
Could not subdue such ecstasy
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