Still Centre

 

Suave Puritan dissolved in colour, or Golden Angel Abstract..

 

Shattered Patterns.

 

Sunday Sunday.

 

The Two Wrecked Elfland Towers.

 

Two wrecked Towers..

Gathering My Thoughts in the Morning.(Revised and Completed Poem).

My life seems bereft of meaning,

An empty space 

                           cold

                                   shorn of shadows

When there is only the phone for

                                                company

And the computer for me to work on.

I used to imagine I did not need other people

In and out of the house

Laughing and romping

Talking the serious talk

Until we fell asleep - our heads on the table.

But all these things are precious beyond buying

And all else is dross. 

                                  All things must pass

(Buddha was right about this)

But love and friendships last a lifetime

When rich with understanding

And fearless without regrets..

This phone I too often rely on

                                 when I sit alone in the house

Struggling to read a book

                        Or straining to find some meaning

In the patterns of light on the ceiling 

Is less clear than a crystal ball

When trying to hint at the truth.

Love is a tangible beauty 

That technology cannot emulate.

After each farewell kiss

This emptiness is devastating.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

4th.August 2025..