Sunday, 23 April 2023
Thursday, 20 April 2023
Wednesday, 19 April 2023
Bedtime Buddha. (Revised).
I have a Buddha on my bed.
A triple coloured Buddha
On the coverlet of my bed.
When I toss and turn at night
He ripples like the sea.
When I lie stone still in dreams
He counts his breathing imperceptibly
So I rarely sense his presence when I wake.
I have a Buddha on my bed.
A black and red and purple Buddha on my bed.
Now that I live alone he is the only guard I have
To tuck me in at bedtime,
To keep an open eye when burglars prowl at ease;
While walk the Dead.
I have a Buddha on my bed.
A friendly Buddha sewn with coloured thread.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
19th. April 2023.
Monday, 17 April 2023
Sunday, 16 April 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Robins Nest. (Revised).
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Robins Nest. (Revised).: There, lodged between the church door And the wooden door handle, Deep in the narrow dark, the hand deep ...
Friday, 7 April 2023
The Apple Tree.( Completely Re-Written Poem).
The scent of Buddha in the morning mist.
Drops of Christ`s Blood spilt on tarmac.
When the traffic stops the dawn chorus has a say.
This Apple tree beside the Watford Way
Has lost most of its blossom;
Piles of wedding confetti has filled the gutter
Fading fast.
I walk up the hill on cracked paving slabs,
Carefully avoiding the worst of the pitfulls
In case I should trip and tumble.
The once neat semis on either side of the road
Stand cold and dank, occupied irredeemably by ghosts,
Place memories stained into wood and plaster
By domestic events long scrubbed from human memory.
This Apple tree is not dying, it is young and healthy,
Its branches spread wide to net the sunlight
Now breaking through clouds that hint of rain.
The perfect apple tastes of rain and sunlight.
The dawn chorus becomes vivid for a moment,
And I recall it is Good Friday morning,
The sole reason I am climbing this derelict hill.
The fallen blossom retains a trace of red.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter
7th. - 8th. - 15th. - 16th. April 2023.
May 16th. 2023.- Completely rewritten April 23rd. 2024.
Jesus Christ the Apple Tree.
Sunday, 2 April 2023
Love Story 2.
Our love - a collage of inexplicable events -
Hands touching,
without warning,
in a shower of rain.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 2nd. 2023.
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