stirring the waters.red handed.

summer 2022

 

four abstracts.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Trying to Sculpt One Handed.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Trying to Sculpt One Handed.: I need two strong hands to shape a poem, Shifting boulders of sound from rock face To flat ground.                          I need two stron...

Trying to Sculpt One Handed. Yin & Yang.

I need two strong hands to shape a poem,

Shifting boulders of sound from rock face

To flat ground.

                         I need two strong brawny hands

That can build castles in firelight and air

That even the shrillest autumn storm

Cannot bludgeon down.

But now I can work with only one active hand,

The other hangs useless by my side

Like a shredded sail in December wind

Unable to hold power in its billowing folds

And drive the project forward.

I need two strong hands to shape a poem,

To shift boulders of sound from rock face to ground.

Trevor john Karsavin Potter 

June 18th, 2024.

Wild Garden. Revised. (Photos and Poem).

My garden is crowded with bees - butterflies - moths.

I spray no insecticide, no weed killer; slaughter is not 

                                                                        my style. 

I just let the flowers grow where they have decided to 

                                                                               seed,

I do not plant them myself, they know best where to

                                                                 make a home.

I sometimes do a little weeding, some cautious cutting 

                                                                               back, 

But generally just leave well alone.

Provided my loganberries ripen I have little to worry 

                                                                            about. 

I can settle down in the alcove and read a book.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

2nd.- 5th. June 2024.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Apple Tree.( Completely Re-Written Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Apple Tree.( Completely Re-Written Poem).: The scent of Buddha in the morning mist. Drops of Christ`s Blood spilt on tarmac. When the traffic stops the dawn chorus has a say. This App...