Tuesday, 16 April 2024
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
Thursday, 28 March 2024
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