Tuesday, 25 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Newly Completed Poem).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Newly Completed Poem).: (The greenest of suburbs are haunted by ghosts) I love to walk in these fields at midnight, Feel the earth breathing beneath my feet, A...
Sunday, 23 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Three Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dis...
Trevor J Potter's Art: (1).My Life in Three Pictures, (2) Poem of The Dis...: How my life felt to me aged 10 How my life feels to me now. Poem of The Dispossessed. I reside where chaos and order collide In an abstract ...
Wednesday, 19 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dream Houses . (Poem and Pictures).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dream Houses . (Poem and Pictures).: Sleeping alone these autumn nights I snuggle up in my box of dreams, My private alternative universe Smaller than a nanosecond - Larger th...
Tuesday, 18 October 2022
Dream Time. (2nd. Revision). Poem and Pictures.
Dream Time.
Sleeping alone these autumn nights
I snuggle up in my house of dreams,
My private alternative universe
Smaller than a mausoleum -
Larger than a womb of stars
Drifting deep in Andromeda,
This is where I am truly free,
Out of sight and out of mind.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter,
October 19th. - 23rd. 2022.
Saturday, 15 October 2022
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Revised).
Trevor J Potter's Art: Mill Hill Ridgeway. (Revised).: (The greenest of suburbs are haunted by ghosts) I love to walk in these fields at midnight, Feel the earth breathing beneath my feet, A...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dante and Beatrice in Florence. Poem No.2./ Dante ...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Dante and Beatrice in Florence. Poem No.2./ Dante ...: Distilled fear terrorises this vision of perfection, A tumult of lonely confusion snagged on the townscape Like a fraught dream that...
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Trevor J Potter's Art: Easter in a primitive landscape.Completed painting.
Trevor J Potter's Art: Easter in a primitive landscape.Completed painting. :
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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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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 cathedr...
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My generation rejoiced when National Service was abolished. Our new freedoms brought forth great things, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, H...