Farewell Summer 2024.

 

The Murmuration, (A Poem and Painting)..

We stood hand in hand, observing a murmuration;

A cloud of starlings dancing a wave of perfect motion.

That evening we first understood the simplicity of love.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

September 12th. - 13th.- 14th. 2024.

Balancing Act. Completed picture.

 

Order & Chaos 2. Revisions.

 

Late Summer Changes.

 

Order / Chaos, Mixed Media.

 

August Morning Poem.(Revised)

Late summer morning glory,

Sunlight saturating moist northern air

So that I seem to peer through a billion tiny mirrors

As I look towards you walking in the distance

Beneath the pollarded London Planes.

If I wrote in a language more mystical than I dare use

I would write that the world is saturated with God,

So ethereal and brilliant is the August light

As the world tilts slowly towards September.

But God is a problematic word

Packed full with meanings that are not spiritual

But are political to the core, as Jesus was

When he spoke of forgiveness as the nails punched in.

God is too small a symbol for a creator,

A kiss may be more holy than a treasured hoard of prayers. 

Yes, love is political however we care to view it,

And I know this too well as I watch you walk 

                                                       towards me,

Your eyes full of laughter; your mischievous smile

Transgressive as always, yet kind beyond speaking.

And I am more in love with you than I have ever 

                                                    loved in my life.

Profoundly intuitive your presence illuminates wonder.

God is too small a word to describe the awe I am feeling.

So I stand here watching you slowly walk towards me

Among gardens so rich in colour they seem unreal,

More dream like, and yet, far more substantial

Than miraculous images in a stained glass window. 

This morning seems transformed by a transcendent beauty,

The beauty of truth in love, more radical than faith or art.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

31st. August 2024.