The Mirror Cracked From Side To Side.

Now the mirror has cracked,

Reflections distorted,

I cannot cross over to the other side,

To the garden where flowers laugh and sing,

And the hawk is hunted by the  mouse.

Now that the mirror is webbed with fissures

I am trapped forever in this tiny room.

The chess pieces scattered where the fire once burned,

The chess board split in two.

I am patiently rewinding a ball of twine

That the cat waits to unravel.

Now that the mirror is meaningless,

A book with two covers but no story inside,

I can no longer explore beyond myself

To the place I inhabited when a child,

Before experience blanked out all wished for horizons.

When a child I travelled through countless dimensions,

But now I am older one room is my all.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

August 1st. - 2nd. 2023.

Inner & outer Mind. (Pictures).

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Grief Shatters All Hope. (Revised and Re-written P...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Grief Shatters All Hope. (Revised and Re-written P...: Now you have gone I am lost in a self made maze of metal and glass Through which I can glimpse distorted images Of all things past, But tomo...

Grief Shatters All Hope. For P...(Completed Poem).

Now you have gone

I am lost in a self made maze of metal and glass

Through which I can glimpse distorted images

Of all things past,

But tomorrow is just a darkness,

A shadow on the retina that terrifies

As though the onset of blindness

Is imminent and not to be avoided.

This is the jail I have built for myself from grief,

A jail that I can never now cut free from

Although I have made the cells, the locks, the keys

With my own self deceptions and anxieties.

Now you are gone love is out of the question,

All the new faces I see are blank - are meaningless.

Dreams - the past reimagined. - my one reality;

The truth is far too brutal - far too harrowing.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

23rd. - 25th. July 2023.
 

Blow Up. In Memoriam Jane.(Completed Poem).

Weighed down with guilt for actions not taken,

But all too easily imagined,

I was forced to take cover for three long hours

In a clump of trees, pistol held ready.

Forbidden to move I waited alone

For my mates to stop acting their silent roles.

The director was speaking his elegant Italian.

The gun got too heavy for my aching right hand.

Later, in the pub,

A ten pound note new to my pocket,

I watched the actors nursing their pints

While talking shop to fend off strangers.

Far far different from the part that she played

Of a pesky teen model with fake blonde hair

Ransacking a studio to get herself hired,

Jane Birkin sat quietly with her friends.

She seemed rock solid, at ease in her skin,

A young married mother, not yet twenty.

Sure footed she`d skipped on the top of a wall

That I, accident prone, was too scared to climb.

Time has passed on, too fast for the both of us.

I have spent this week mourning a lass unparalleled,

A Parisian icon, straight out of Chelsea,

Who combined French chic with Kings Road flair.

Now she has gone, taking a whole world with her,

A moment in time to which I belonged.

To step back only leads to blocked off pathways

That fall away once dreams depart.

No, I do not cry for what I have lost;

I cry for a girl who can sing no more.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter,

19th. - 20th. - 21st. July 2023.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Letting the Light In. For S.... Revised & Complet...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Letting the Light In. For S.... Revised & Complet...: Thinking only in black and white I dipped the pencil into water Then drew thick lines, squares and circles, Onto the rough grained paper. Bu...