Strange Dreams

 

Bank Holiday Paintings.

A visit to the gallery

Made my day

 

After The War, A Child`s View of Events.( Completed Poem).

The morning after hostilities ceased

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.

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.