Tuesday, 25 October 2022
Sunday, 23 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Three Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dis...
Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Three Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dis...: 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 ...
Wednesday, 19 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dream Houses . (Poem and Pictures).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dream Houses . (Poem and Pictures).: Sleeping alone these autumn nights I snuggle up in my box of dreams, My private alternative universe Smaller than a nanosecond - Larger th...
Tuesday, 18 October 2022
Dream Time. (2nd. Revision). Poem and Pictures.
Dream Time.
Sleeping alone these autumn nights
I snuggle up in my house of dreams,
My private alternative universe
Smaller than a mausoleum -
Larger than a womb of stars
Drifting deep in Andromeda,
This is where I am truly free,
Out of sight and out of mind.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
October 19th. - 23rd. 2022.
Saturday, 15 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Revised).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Revised).: (The greenest of suburbs are haunted by ghosts) I love to walk in these fields at midnight, Feel the earth breathing beneath my feet, A...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dante and Beatrice in Florence. Poem No.2./ Dante ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dante and Beatrice in Florence. Poem No.2./ Dante ...: Distilled fear terrorises this vision of perfection, A tumult of lonely confusion snagged on the townscape Like a fraught dream that...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Poems for Children. (1) The Wodwo. (2) For voi...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Two Poems for Children. (1) The Wodwo. (2) For voi...: 1 . The Wodwo. I am the Wodwo. I am neither a tree nor a man, Sand nor water. I am neither spirit nor corporeal, ...
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Colonel was a fawn Great Dane, docile but loud of bark. He was also as tall as a man when standing on his hind legs. He lived at the Duke of...
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I need two strong hands to shape a poem, Shifting boulders of sound from rock face To flat ground. I need two stron...
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Late summer morning glory, Sunlight saturating moist northern air So that I seem to peer through a billion tiny mirrors As I look towards yo...