Monday, 15 April 2024
Tuesday, 9 April 2024
Restlessness. (Now Completed Poem and Two Pictures). For the girl with laughing eyes.
After twenty years her frail scent, her mystique lingers. -
On the brink of sleep
On the brink of sleep
I drift slowly away from the orbit
Of my critical mind
Into the deeps of Universal Consciousness,
Scribbling without planning over a well structured image
The graffiti of broken dreams.
I cannot describe love or pain or truth,
Only the order and restlessness they inspire.
I gently touch where she once slept and snuggled.-
I`ve been told we two have traversed many lives but never lived together,
Loved beyond price but only occasional visitors.
Watching you leave my house for your home in France
I sense my mind go with you, but my shadow stays here by the door.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
10th. - 11th.-12th. April 2024.
When we are on the brink of sleep time disappears and today - tomorrow - and the long gone past merge into one coherent experience.
Thursday, 4 April 2024
Joy Time.(Pictures and Poem - "My House is a Temple".).
My house is a Temple -
A Temple of joy -
Of peace -
Of love -
Of laughter.
My house is a place of creativity -
Of music - Of stillness -
My house is where Buddha and Jesus meet
To bless the children - The old folk - The whole space.
My house is a flower opening in time,
Yet part of a Universe that has no time.
My house is a love nest - A place to hold hands -
A place to kiss.
My house is a Temple.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
April 5th. 2024.
Monday, 1 April 2024
Improvised Guitar.(2 Pictures with words).
The first stringed instrument I owned was a banana box and some twine. Life has been one long improvisation ever since. Happy All Fools Day. But don`t despair, the natural state of humans is constant change and foolishness. Just relax and laugh at that.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 1st. April 2024.
Friday, 29 March 2024
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