Sonata 109 in E.

 

Toy House.

 

Centurion in a Cloak.

 

With you not here beside me. A New Poem Revised.

With you not here beside me 

Life seems a near blank page

With only a comma on it.

A solitary smudge of ink

Where words should build cathedrals

Of joy - of hope - of love.

With you not here beside me

Thoughts do not make sense, 

Sentences fall apart and quickly perish

Before the pen has even touched the paper.

Time itself a parody of order

As all that makes life good falls apart.

With you not here beside me I grow mute,

We need our partnership to give words meaning.

The moment I hear your voice outside my window

My head is thronged with poems as I rush to the door.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 31st, October 2024.

The Missing Piece.

 

Autumn Wave. with Lone Sail.

 

Fantasies.