Tuesday, 19 September 2023

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Song for Winter.

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Song for Winter.: Sleep garden sleep Under your duvet of leaves, Winter is a short season, Wink twice and it is done. In February the snowdrops Welcome...

Monday, 18 September 2023

Monday, 11 September 2023

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.



Monday, 4 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.

Winter Night.