An Old Artist Hopes His Life Has Meaning.

 We have crossed the border,

Crossed from January into February,

And soon it shall be March.

Now that I have passed eighty

I seldom go out in winter,

I have always hated the cold

And now I fear the dark.

Since lockdown I have spent the long hours painting,

Or writing poems more intimate and honest

Than I dared attempt when young. 

Now I am old, like Buddha, I live in the moment,

And yet I still dream daily about the future.

I hope that when I no longer  can paint or write,

Friends and family will save my poems and pictures.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

1st. February 2024.

Written after watching a TV programme about Du Fu.

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Brown Paper Bag. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Brown Paper Bag. (Revised).: This envelope is so beautiful                           I do not want to open it, Brown paper the colour of fallen leaves. This envelope is ...

The Brown Paper Envelope. (Revised).

This envelope is so beautiful

                          I do not want to open it,

Brown paper the colour of fallen leaves.

This envelope is perhaps a flower,

An autumn bloom pierced with shards of light ;

An unread book,

            The poems of Thich Nhat Hahn.

This envelope is not a leaf,

And yet one day it may become one;

A single page danced upon by words.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

31st. January 2024. 

Order Unravelling.

 

Next Trip We Might Land.

Yin and Yang. 2nd. Image.(Correct Colours).

Yin & Yang. 1st. Image.