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Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Two Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dispo...

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Two Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dispo...: How my life felt to me aged 10 at the time of the Queen`s Coronation. How my life feels to me now at the time of her Funeral. Poem of The Di...

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Two Pictures, (2) Poem of A Terrifi...

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Two Pictures, (2) Poem of A Terrifi...: How my life felt to me aged 10 at the time of the Queen`s Coronation. How my life feels to me now at the time of her Funeral. Poem of A Terr...

(1).My Life in Three Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dispossessed.(Poem Now Revised).

How my life felt to me aged 10

How my life feels to me now.

Poem of The Dispossessed.

I reside where chaos and order collide

In an abstract city of concrete and steel, 

The alleyways littered with junk and glass.

I balance on a knife edge of joy and fear,

Balance on the hardened point of the knife

That can dissect a man,

Skin a shark. 

This is my life from hour to hour

Poised like an acrobat on a wire

Slung between two concrete spires.

The fields I romped in when a child

Too soon ploughed up to build this city.

Tonight I watch a coffin pass,

Driven in silence through wintry rain,

A plain wooden box filled with echoes

Of what a life could have been.

Echoes of days when Larks soared and sang.

Echoes of a trapped man screaming out loud.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. September 14th. - 15th. 2022. October 23rd. 2022.

Trevor J Potter's Art: After The War, A Child`s View of Events..( Complet...

Trevor J Potter's Art: After The War, A Child`s View of VE Day..( Complet...: The morning after hostilities ceased Our home could no longer contain The memories we had made there, Even the wind moved on tip toe Through...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Driving at Speed Through a German Wood.( Newly Com...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Driving at Speed Through a German Wood.( Newly Com...: Driving at speed through a German wood. Sunlight flashing between tall trees Sudden glints of white steel That hurt my eyes as I stare throu...

Unsettled Weather. (Revised).

Ink blue sky.

Houses reflecting the afternoon light

Are whiter than paper.

The late summer heat, solid as marble

Without a single flaw,

Holds me back.

I cannot think - or write - or paint in

                                      this weather,

Clarity of sunlight does not sharpen 

                                   the imagination

Like the onset of summer rain.

Moist grey shadows drift across 

                                            landscapes

Darkened by low cloud.

Mud clogs my shoes, 

But I can walk for miles in such weather,

Observing a revitalized world;

The wind ransacking through tree tops;

Wild water tumultuous in gullies.

This is the world as I love it,

Heartland of the northern gods.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

4th. - 6th. - 7th. September 2022.