Memory pools and Halloween.

Blue Rat and Landscape. (3 Pictures).

 

Atmospheres (8 Pictures).

 

Early Morning, 9/11 2023.(Poem & 2 Pictures).

A perfect late summers morning,

The air as clear as a bowl of chill water

Filled by a mountain stream.

I take a deep slow breath, holding the air in

Until my lungs begin to hurt, to feel bruised and pummelled.

A long hot month of summer influenza

Has made my whole body ache for the joy of living,

The abundance of art, and simply meeting

With friends and strangers in the scrummage of local streets.

I look up at a dazzling sky,

Counting small clouds scudding like miracle children

On crystal skateboards across the morning blue.

Then - on the 8 `o clock news - today is 9/11 -

And I feel ice cold - empty - bereft of meaning.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

9th. September 2023.

Keeping Things Simple. (Poem and Pictures).

Pencil and paper is far quicker, and simpler to rely on,

And therefore honest to the edge of madness,

Because truth always interrogates our lazy minds

That prefer illusion to abrasive facts.

It is time for me to turn the blank screen to the wall,

To keep the computer as dark as possible,

Although I need it for shopping when I cannot leave home.

I am not a Luddite, a breaker of new technology,

But there is something wonderful about pencils and paper;

About ink and oil pastel pressed hard on a surface

By fingers grubby with simple materials

Manufactured by crafts-folk in time honoured ways.

I can sit in the privacy of my quiet room,

And write, or draw, with ruthless integrity.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter,

4th. September 2023.

Yes the computer is a very useful tool, but there are too many people on the web trying to sway my opinions, to control how I think, but by employing simpler materials, pens pencils and paints, I gain a space in which i can quietly be myself and find my true thoughts.

The Mirror Cracked From Side To Side.

Now the mirror has cracked,

Reflections distorted,

I cannot cross over to the other side,

To the garden where flowers laugh and sing,

And the hawk is hunted by the  mouse.

Now that the mirror is webbed with fissures

I am trapped forever in this tiny room.

The chess pieces scattered where the fire once burned,

The chess board split in two.

I am patiently rewinding a ball of twine

That the cat waits to unravel.

Now that the mirror is meaningless,

A book with two covers but no story inside,

I can no longer explore beyond myself

To the place I inhabited when a child,

Before experience blanked out all wished for horizons.

When a child I travelled through countless dimensions,

But now I am older one room is my all.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

August 1st. - 2nd. 2023.

Inner & outer Mind. (Pictures).