Thursday, 26 October 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: Random Autumn Thoughts as Night Falls.(Completed P...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Random Autumn Thoughts as Night Falls.(Completed P...: Soon we will be putting the clocks back for winter. Soon night will dominate the day. It is now nearly a month since the equinox And now I a...
Wednesday, 25 October 2023
Monday, 23 October 2023
Trevor J Potter's Art: Random Autumn Thoughts as Night Falls.(Heavily Rev...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Random Autumn Thoughts as Night Falls.(Heavily Rev...: Soon we will be putting the clocks back for winter. Soon night will dominate the day. It is now nearly a month since the equinox And now I a...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Expectations. (Revised).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Expectations. (Revised).: Every night I hear you knocking, Knock Knock Knocking On my door; But when I trudge downstairs to greet you You are not there, You are neve...
Friday, 20 October 2023
Expectations. (Completed Poem).
Every night I hear you knocking,
Knock Knock Knocking
On my door;
But when I trudge downstairs to greet you
You are not there,
You are never there.
I know your face -
Your voice - Your laughter,
I love your walk -
Your smile - Your hair.
I sometimes catch a hint of perfume
At the bottom of the stair.
Your knock is soft, but strong - demanding;
It is not the rain,
The snow - The air.
But when I trudge downstairs to greet you
You are not there,
You are never there.
You are neither friend,
Nor a stranger;
Perhaps we met when out one day.
You turned to smile in the crowded subway,
I have never seen a smile so fair.
But when I looked again to find you
You were not there.
You were not there.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
20th. - 22nd. - 23rd. October 2023.
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