Thursday, 1 September 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: September Poem. (Completed & with picture).
Trevor J Potter's Art: September Poem. (Completed & with picture).: She loved me and in September She wore the curling leaves in...
Tuesday, 30 August 2022
Driving at Speed Through a German Wood.( Newly Completed Poem).
Sunlight flashing between tall trees
Sudden glints of white steel
That hurt my eyes as I stare through straight lines
Of these sky breaching pine trees.
The flat blue calm of a distant lake
Offers peace where only speed seems relevant
As we climb towards our sunless destination
High above the tree line.
There only the turbulence of rock and cloud await us.
There even the pines seem small.
Driving at speed through a German wood
The living world appears an after thought,
August 30th. - 31st. - September 7th.2022.
Sunday, 28 August 2022
Thursday, 25 August 2022
Saturday, 20 August 2022
After The War, A Child`s View of Events.( Completed Poem).
Our home could no longer contain
The memories we had made there
During the black out
And the years of hopeless waiting,
Even the wind moved on tip toe
Through the rooms and hallway,
And the tick of the clock had muffled itself somehow.
Afraid to make a noise, we played hop scotch in the
street,
Awkwardly balancing on cold bare feet.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
August 20th. - September 7th. 2022.
Wednesday, 17 August 2022
Scenes From My Album. / "Pictures unveil stories words can`t reveal". Poem.
Pictures unveil stories words can`t reveal.
If you laugh - then you laugh.
If you cry - then you cry.
Your response should not be shaped by thinking
- just by looking.
Thought is too often muddied by words.
Talking about pictures misses the point.
A picture is music transformed into colour.
Imagination let loose to dance.
Painting is akin to dance.
Brush strokes creating balance and poise.
Movement becomes still in a
whirl of colour,
The complexities of line and mass.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
18th.- 19th. August 2022.
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