Speak to me Face to Face. 4 Pictures and a Poem..

Speak to me face to face,

Your hand in mine.

Intermediaries can only muddy the waters

That should be crystal clear,

Shot through with sunlight.

Speak to me face to face

Your lilting music,

Not staccato scraps of words

Printed on borrowed paper,

Then delivered in company envelopes 

That have seen far better days.

Your news is always difficult,

Packed with questions;

You have never been an easy person to cherish.

So speak to me face to face, not from the shadows, 

I would rather see the pale blue of your eyes

Expressing the true intensity of your Being

Than squint through abstract jottings, black on white.

And never send a go between, or friend;

They can only tell the story as they heard it,

Or dreamed they`d heard before reception died. 

Oh please make tracks from your sanctum to mine,

Or greet me on the way between the two,

Some place where we can talk without distractions.

Speak to me face to face,

Your hand in mine.

The marriage of true minds can make us whole.

While we are apart we are truly alone and broken.

 Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

July 5th. 2023.

I will never be angry with you, but

 I will never be angry with you, but

You can never place religion before love

Because love is true religion,

And talking heads who smugly overstate

Views different from this

Are wildly off the mark.

We listened to them too avidly in the past,

Accepted their logic, and went our

                                 separate ways.

But now it is time to bid bygones goodbye,

Kiss and make up across the great divide

So that you can be truly you

And I can be truly I.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

June 29th. 2023.

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Gardener. (Newly Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Gardener. (Newly Revised).: Blue Hyacinth for Mr. Thompson, Dying last night while the north wind                                                 swirled             in...

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Trevor J Potter's Art: Impressions on a Winters Night. (Completed Poem).

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The Gardener. (Newly Completed Poem).

Blue Hyacinth for Mr. Thompson,

Dying last night while the north wind

                                                swirled

            in shrieking fits

That shattered the lattice porch

          beneath his window. 

A pompous man who, as Advent neared,

Sprinkled wine and words over seed trays

                 to invoke his dream of April.

And then, on Christmas Eve,

His chubby fingers working overtime,

Stuffed spring bulbs into treacle tins

To give to friend and neighbour.

Springtime was always on his mind

However bleak the winter;

And tinsel hung on plastic trees

Simply not his style.

Blue Hyacinth for Mr. Thompson.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter,

February 4th. 1963 - June 18th. - 29th. 2023.