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5D AGO

Letter to Fred

Let me tell you, dear Fred, About how fatefulness led From exhaustion to love Like a bee gliding into a glove Or a foot with ruby sock Kicking open a sugared lock. But I wonder, old pal, How it’s going, and your gal, How she’s doing as well, And how the old magic from the spell Is winding down to its end Back to where all things must descend. There’s no such thing as luck, I’ll tell you that, and some pluck Will go a long way towards Breaking through the closed windows and the boards That were nailed there out of fear And the lack of required good cheer. But I know that you know That, dear Fred, and that the show We’re all starring in is Not unlike the one about the wiz And ultimately funny Like a bee conjuring honey. Potter Poems is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe

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6D AGO

Melting Waltz

The caverns of my heart Flow with the water music Of a waltz frozen in the past. I was the band leader When all the dance steps came to grief, Even the rising sun. But the dawn comes again And the ice of the river Begins to relax and give way To a new song and day. Second chances and new dances Appear in the melting. The main thing is to feel The changing waves chip away At the ice as it melts and breaks, And then to step into The flow with your thoughts fully formed And your resolve secure. Will they follow you there? The only way to find out Is to take the plunge and begin To swim downstream, to dance Along the waves and rivulets, One-two-three, one-two three. Potter Poems is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe

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APR 6

The Sun Refuses

the sun refuses to let the gray sky have the final say instead emitting a low whisper of hope and distant birdsong This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe

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MAR 18

March Seventeenth Sunrise

The painter Tintoretto had an eye For how the light of Venice danced across Not only the canals but every surface, The plenitude of interlacing moods Of bodies occupying space. His brush Contained the Cristo risorgente’s glow Like sunrise on the Adriatic Sea. And now I rise and walk down to a scree Of broken pavement where I stub my toe While waiting for the sunrise and the rush And swoop of birds. A Little Egret broods Nearby and I surrender to the harness Of the day, my load of gathered dross, And all the things to see before before I die. Potter Poems is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe

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MAR 16

March Sixteenth Sunrise

Sunrise from the Fondamente Nove The Fondamente Nove gazes east Across the great lagoon and past the graves Of Brodsky, Pound, Stravinsky, and the beast Of Venice, namely Potter with his waves Of ink that flash and glint like squid Whose brains like those of poets are nocturnal But still embrace the lifting of the lid Of day, the new foundation of eternal Imagination carried from the night Like catches hauled in nets of straining lines Laid out in sepia tones transformed to light Illuminating manuscripts and signs Revealed in Fondamente Nove’s view: Venetian sunrise offered here for you. Potter Poems is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe

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MAR 15

March Fifteenth Meandering

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MAR 12

March Twelfth Freeze

false spring gives way This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe

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MAR 10

March Tenth Sunrise

waking in the dark from uneasy dreams I feel a kafkaesque anxiety come over me as if I know not seems, (but I know I do, in perplexity in a temple built of uncertainty) the tradewinds of uncanny servitude bring sunrise as a broken interlude like this poem propping up the ceiling and this strange and lovely beatitude of dawn undoing my fear-fraught feeling This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jopomojo.substack.com/subscribe

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Jonathan Potter poetry and stuff jopomojo.substack.com

Creator

Jonathan Potter
Years Active

2023 - 2026
Episodes

731
Rating

Clean
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© Jonathan Potter
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