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An Old Artist Hopes His Life Has Meaning.
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.
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