“Dear blue sky…”…my poem

“Dear blue sky…”…my poem

thinking blue…

 

 

Re: sky

 

Dear blue sky,

 

Suddenly I know that you are always here,

and suddenly you seem

   more of a comfort than I had known.

 

I want to think more

   about tomorrow’s day,

and the streaming days of summer,

and the stormy days

   that hide your blue

      by luring clouds to linger,

but you are always here.

 

You are what I see,

you make me think to raise my eyes,

and I do.

 

June 29, 2024

Inspired by Mike Franklyn

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Thieves in the Night

Arthur Koestler’s story of Galilee, before Israel…

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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that rhyming thing…

that rhyming thing…

orange you going to read this?

 

 

Someone said, “Nothing rhymes with orange.” 

I said, “No, it doesn’t.

 

You should take your time with this one.

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 74 free verse poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
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Can cats talk?..“Cat talk,” my poem

Can cats talk?..“Cat talk,” my poem

talking to the animals…

 

 

Cat talk

 

She’s doing her cat thing,

nothing better to do.

Maybe that’s true,

but she won’t say it’s so,

 

she won’t budge,

and she won’t hunch a shoulder

   in that warm spot,

and she won’t blink a yes or no

   when you ask

      the simplest thing,

or tilt her head

   when you say hello,

 

she keeps her peace,

she stares as you bend down

   to stroke her head,

she waits while you think about

   leaving her alone,

 

maybe she can talk,

but doesn’t want to.

 

July 9, 2024

“Cat talk” was inspired by “Undercover Agent,” a marvelous painting by Jan Byrne

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Book review: The Comanche Empire

it’s that other story of the American West…

by Pekka Hämäläinen

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Empyrean: new poems with 57 free verse poems,
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“…Virginia Woolf?”…it’s hell on earth

“…Virginia Woolf?”…it’s hell on earth

bergin makes it worse…

 

 

Play review:

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?

 

A 1962 play by Edward Albee

New York: Scribner Classics, 1962, 2003

243 pages

 

It’s not a feel-good play.

After you start to move again after you finish reading it, probably you’ll end up thinking that your life is better than you thought it was. George and Martha do a pretty good job of proving that hell on earth is possible.

Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? is almost a non-stop exaltation of how to be mean, sad, vicious, heartbroken, desperate, delirious, murderous, inhibited, ignorant, ambitious, empty, and longing, more or less all at the same time.

George and Martha, an aging couple on a rundown college campus, stage their terrible show for the benefit of a young professor, Nick, and his young wife, Honey, in the wee hours of a morning when each of them has something better to do, but isn’t doing it.

None of them make you think of the Cleaver family.

 

Arthur Hill was George and Uta Hagen was Martha in the first stage presentation in October 1962.

In the gritty 1966 film version, Richard Burton was George and Elizabeth Taylor was Martha.

Both of these productions are slam bang downers, just like the play.

No production of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? will make you think of the Cleavers.

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Play review. Movie review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Shantung Compound

Really, you see, they didn’t care much

   about each other…

by Langdon Gilkey

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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The Book of Days…part xxxxiv

The Book of Days…part xxxxiv

The Book of Days

 

The dawn’s early light can be pleasure enough for the whole day.

Of course, there are words enough to tell the story of “the temptation of day to come.”

It is my delight to write some of them for your delectation.

 

Oh yeah

 

The sudsy part of the sky

   didn’t cover the pale

         of flagrant blue,

an eager light of day

   was there at the tree line,

it was dawn, all right.

 

April 15, 2024

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Book review: “The Gentle Boy”

You know, the Puritans had a dark side…

by Nathaniel Hawthorne

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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