Dreams of Love. 2 Paintings.

 

Letting the Light In. For S.... Revised & Completed Poem. (plus 1 painting)

Thinking only in black and white

I dipped the pencil into water

Then drew thick lines, squares and circles,

Onto the rough grained paper.

But suddenly I remembered your morning 

                                                           smile,

Radiant with Southdown sunlight,                               

And, ceasing to plan ahead, to value order,

I grabbed every colour that seemed entirely 

                                                            right

To dance an anarchic dazzle

Over the vacant spaces. 

I have never been able to tell you how 

                                        fabulous you are,

Especially you skating the width and

                                         breadth of town,

Chasing the seagulls with a laugh and a shout.

To me you are the midsummer`s morning 

                       gatecrashing the revels of night.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

10th. - 16th. July 2023.

For me the kingdom of night is England under Johnson and Sunak.

The girl in this poem is a genuine lady, a true spreader of spiritual light.

Summer Colours..

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Speak to me Face to Face. 4 Pictures and a Poem..

Speak to me face to face,

Your hand in mine.

Intermediaries can only muddy the waters

That should be crystal clear,

Shot through with sunlight.

Speak to me face to face

Your lilting music,

Not staccato scraps of words

Printed on borrowed paper,

Then delivered in company envelopes 

That have seen far better days.

Your news is always difficult,

Packed with questions;

You have never been an easy person to cherish.

So speak to me face to face, not from the shadows, 

I would rather see the pale blue of your eyes

Expressing the true intensity of your Being

Than squint through abstract jottings, black on white.

And never send a go between, or friend;

They can only tell the story as they heard it,

Or dreamed they`d heard before reception died. 

Oh please make tracks from your sanctum to mine,

Or greet me on the way between the two,

Some place where we can talk without distractions.

Speak to me face to face,

Your hand in mine.

The marriage of true minds can make us whole.

While we are apart we are truly alone and broken.

 Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

July 5th. 2023.

I will never be angry with you, but

 I will never be angry with you, but

You can never place religion before love

Because love is true religion,

And talking heads who smugly overstate

Views different from this

Are wildly off the mark.

We listened to them too avidly in the past,

Accepted their logic, and went our

                                 separate ways.

But now it is time to bid bygones goodbye,

Kiss and make up across the great divide

So that you can be truly you

And I can be truly I.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

June 29th. 2023.