Bagatelle. (A Poem).

Perhaps I should write a book of bagatelles,

Scraps and off-cuts from my workshop; for

                                                        instance

If I should admit that all the photos- all the

Fleeting memories-the wayward dreams we

                                                            share

But have rarely talked about. These and all the

Night long phone calls -can-without a single

Clear exception

In no way substitute for months and years apart.

No, we need not write long screeds packed with

                                                                  feeling

To shout out loud our loneliness, our griefs;

A single bagatelle-perhaps a word or two-that

                                                         is enough

To say all we need to say. - To say it true.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 21st. February 2025.

Interior Landscape

 

February 2025 - The end of order, 4 Pictures.

 

Moonlight Camden Town / (Completed 26/02/2026).

Buying incense by moonlight -

The swiftly jostling crowds are all strangers.

I walk slowly through the mulch

Eyes tracking my footsteps because the path is uneven.

I am mourning Marianne but cannot share my memories

With crowds of folk I have never seen before,

And without a doubt, will never see again.

My past is simply my past - that is all that can be to it,

& my today also.

I am merely a downcast face in the winter throng -

But far away, far beyond the traders in the market.

Far beyond the shoppers and so nearly out of sight,

I can see a lonely girl dressed in grey and white,

An Ophelia - mod and magical - only I in this crowd can

                                                                                      see.

She is standing at the top of the steps we once climbed up

                                                                    to the Roundhouse.

Her arms are spread wide. Her greeting, as always, kindly.

"Beer or coffee"? She whispers into her sleeve.

We frantically rush to the pub before the lights are turned low.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. February 11th. - 12th. 2025.

Revised February 15th = 26th, 2026.

Music and Words.

 

February Insights.

 

Music - Chaos - Order/