Thursday 2 March 2023

Trevor J Potter's Art: Captive Tree.(Newley Completed Poem). Poem wit...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Captive Tree.(Newley Completed Poem). Poem wit...: Captive tree With outstretched branches Desperately Pleading                               Pleading Pleading  To be set free from the manicu...

Tuesday 28 February 2023

Captive Tree.(Newley Completed Poem). Poem with Picture.

Captive tree
With outstretched branches
Desperately Pleading
                              Pleading
Pleading 
To be set free from the manicured park
Back into wild 
                         wild
                                  woods
Far from the curfew gates
And the rows of tidy houses.
But passers by don`t see her gestures
Nor heed the calls of her still quiet voice
Uplifted on the wind.
Her stillness means she is just a thing,
An object to be climbed, 
An ornament to be looked at,
Or chisel an obscenity into.



Trevor John Karsavin Potter.  
28th. February - 2nd. March 2023.
 

Monday 27 February 2023

Saturday 25 February 2023

Bad Bee,(Revised).

Bad Bee, Grumbly Bee,
Trashing the homely hive,
Oh, go back to making pots of honey
Or just Buzz Off and skive.

Bad Bee, Grumbly Bee,
Its the honey that makes the hive,
So just stay cool, be nice to flowers,
And then perhaps you`ll thrive.

Bad Bee, Grumbly Bee,
Be sweet and stay alive.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
February 25th. 2023.


Friday 24 February 2023

Moonrise at the End of Winter.(Revised).

The moon,
A broken saucer
Falling through space
Or
A silver scimitar resting on its blade
If you wish to say so,
Yes,
If you so wish,
Because how you see the view
Is how you see the view,
And anything I say will not alter your perceptions.
We are all prisoners of what our eyes and ears report,
Plus the limitations of our native languages,
Sound bites we automatically use for thought.
Meantime I note that Jupiter and Venus look like dirty snowballs
Deep in the glistening cold late winter darkness
Of a cloudless February sky.

"Know you are made of dust and to dust you will return",
Yes, star dust in fact, yet we rarely make time to believe this.
I put down my wartime binoculars
Fascinated by the taut notes of a harp
Stinging through the deep unnerving darkness
With an unexpected rapidity, that too soon degrades the sound.
Old icicles melting so fast
That the sounds of the harp strings flatten
Into a dull music I have rapidly ceased to hear.
Spring is now just a heartbeat away,
Yet the beauty of the moon and planets this evening
Nearly stopped my heart as I stared in awe struck wonder
Into a dazzling infinity that is also an abyss.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
February 24th. - 25th. 2023.

This, in a way, is an Ash Wednesday poem.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Slava Ukraini. (Completed Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Slava Ukraini. (Completed Poem).: Memories of rural days In Soviet Ukraine Keep bubbling to the surface Of deep dark waters, The lake of slow forgetting. My sister and I labo...

Early Spring Ukraine.