Saturday 29 June 2024
Tuesday 18 June 2024
Trevor J Potter's Art: Trying to Sculpt One Handed.
Trevor J Potter's Art: Trying to Sculpt One Handed.: I need two strong hands to shape a poem, Shifting boulders of sound from rock face To flat ground. I need two stron...
Trying to Sculpt One Handed. Yin & Yang.
I need two strong hands to shape a poem,
Shifting boulders of sound from rock face
To flat ground.
I need two strong brawny hands
That can build castles in firelight and air
That even the shrillest autumn storm
Cannot bludgeon down.
But now I can work with only one active hand,
The other hangs useless by my side
Like a shredded sail in December wind
Unable to hold power in its billowing folds
And drive the project forward.
I need two strong hands to shape a poem,
To shift boulders of sound from rock face to ground.
Trevor john Karsavin Potter
June 18th, 2024.
Saturday 1 June 2024
Wild Garden. Revised. (Photos and Poem).
My garden is crowded with bees - butterflies - moths.
I spray no insecticide, no weed killer; slaughter is not
my style.
I just let the flowers grow where they have decided to
seed,
I do not plant them myself, they know best where to
make a home.
I sometimes do a little weeding, some cautious cutting
back,
But generally just leave well alone.
Provided my loganberries ripen I have little to worry
about.
I can settle down in the alcove and read a book.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
2nd.- 5th. June 2024.
Tuesday 28 May 2024
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Apple Tree.( Completely Re-Written Poem).
Trevor J Potter's Art: The Apple Tree.( Completely Re-Written Poem).: The scent of Buddha in the morning mist. Drops of Christ`s Blood spilt on tarmac. When the traffic stops the dawn chorus has a say. This App...
Trevor J Potter's Art: Rapunzel Reads the I Ching.
Trevor J Potter's Art: Rapunzel Reads the I Ching.: That girl who threw a fistful of square white stones Every morning early To read the I Ching before her aunt awoke, Demanding toast with hon...
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I need two strong hands to shape a poem, Shifting boulders of sound from rock face To flat ground. I need two stron...
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