Trevor J Potter's Art: If I were a Camera. ( Newly Re-written Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: If I were a Camera. ( Newly Re-written Poem).: If I were a camera I would zoom in directly On winter trees loud with anthracite crows, The ice white ripples on a cold shallow lake; The da...

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If I were a Camera. ( Newly Re-written Poem).

If I were a camera I would zoom in directly

On winter trees loud with anthracite crows,

The ice white ripples on a cold shallow lake;

The dance of snowdrops in the cottage meadow -

Not on hipster life in Kreuzberg Berlin - the snake man

Easing dollars from slobs on Venice beach.  Nor would I 

Grab a mac to snap Soho in the rain, crowded pubs

Rowdy as Hell in Borough Market; punters sweating pints

                                                             on the Cam or Isis.

No, not at all; but I would rather be in rural Ireland

Far from the crowds at any time of year - snug in the

                                                                        coffee shop

Rock crystals on the counter. There`s an off white sofa to 

                                                   snuggle up and lounge in - 

Cakes of many flavours - coffee more than creamy -

English and Irish spoken soft and loud. Or in Fermanagh 

                                                                                buying

Apples and veg and chatter from that farmer up the hill.- 

This is the world I could live in, commemorate in black and 

                                                                                       white, 

But recall in perfect colours. Here where I am at home, loved

Respected. Not merely a pale face passed in the Underground.-  

An image that fades in an instant as the travelers rush by.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

27th. 28th. February - March 4th.2025.

Radio Face 1 & 2. /Houses.(A Sketch).

 

Music. 2 Paihngs.

 

Bagatelle. (A Poem).

Perhaps I should write a book of bagatelles,

Scraps and off-cuts from my workshop; for

                                                        instance

If I should admit that all the photos- all the

Fleeting memories-the wayward dreams we

                                                            share

But have rarely talked about. These and all the

Night long phone calls -can-without a single

Clear exception

In no way substitute for months and years apart.

No, we need not write long screeds packed with

                                                                  feeling

To shout out loud our loneliness, our griefs;

A single bagatelle-perhaps a word or two-that

                                                         is enough

To say all we need to say. - To say it true.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 21st. February 2025.

Interior Landscape