Tuesday, 10 October 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: New Poem and 4 New Pictures, an Old Mans View of ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: New Poem and 4 New Pictures, an Old Mans View of ...: A change in the light Subdues the horizon to an indistinct blur, All our yesterdays - a hazy illusion - Wood smoke rising from distant bonf...
Trevor J Potter's Art: New Poem and 4 New Pictures, an Old Mans View of ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: New Poem and 4 New Pictures, an Old Mans View of ...: A change in the light Subdues the horizon to an indistinct blur, All our yesterdays - a hazy illusion - Wood smoke rising from distant bonf...
Saturday, 7 October 2023
An Old Man in October (Poem with 4 Pictures),
A change in the light
Subdues the horizon to an indistinct blur,
All our yesterdays - a hazy illusion -
Wood smoke rising from distant bonfires.All our tomorrows - mulch underfoot,
Last summer`s leaves falling and burning
As the light diminishes
And fierce hope is chilled.
I open my sketch book, applying colours at random.
Now I am old disorder is all I can see.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
Thursday, 5 October 2023
Alexandra`s Grave.(Revised with New ending).
No
I do not want to visit my close friend`s grave
I want her here beside me
Dancing down the London streets
Arm in arm
Laughing like a wild child
And singing - singing her heart out
To the traffic roaring by
No
I do not want to visit her nice suburban grave
No polished headstone
No prim border of flowers
No photograph
Can be a substitute for her smile
Her frequent bouts of whimsy
Her infrequent bouts of truth telling
I tell you straight
However tastefully the craftsman cut her stone
It is just another stone in a row,
She deserves far more kindness than this flattery.
Sweet Alexandra - with her south coast vowels,
And soul of an urchin at play.
No
I do not want to stand a long hour at her grave
Watching the rain fall as my memories become unbearable
In the silence she loved to hate,
I simply want her back - alive and kicking.
Her grave - a plot that is empty --
Enriched with hollyhocks, buttercups and celandine.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
5th.- 6th. - 11th. October -11th. December 2023.
Tuesday, 3 October 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Felling of the Sycamore, Hadrian`s Wall Septem...
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Felling of the Sycamore, Hadrian`s Wall Septem...: In the cold still dark They crept out with saws, knives and axes To cut down the sacred sycamore. Even owls were silent, And foxes ran their...
Saturday, 30 September 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Felling of the Sycamore (Poem), Plus 3 Collage...
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Felling of the Sycamore (Poem), Plus 3 Collage...: In the cold still dark They crept out with saws, knives and axes To cut down the sacred sycamore. Even owls were silent, And foxes ran their...
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