listen to the stones…”ken,” my poem

listen to the stones…”ken,” my poem

that entish slang…

 

 

ken

 

The words of stones

   come soft,

and there are whispers,

and the birds’ chirping

   is a refrain,

and the trees talk

   mostly to themselves

      in their entish slang…

 

Are we listening?

Do we give them moments

   to speak as they will?

Can we trust the words

   that we barely understand?

Do we need to hear

   the stones and their mountains?

Shall we learn from these scant words

   a new way of knowing?

Shall we hear the worlds

   that exist with us,

      persist without us?

Shall we allow those words

   to fill our ears and minds and hearts?

 

Is there new meaning

   so near to our ken?

 

June 20, 2024

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“The beginning is always today.”

(quote, Mary Shelley)

so get started…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 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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“duchess with a bird”…my poem

“duchess with a bird”…my poem

in stiff embrace…

 

 

duchess with a bird

 

The hennin is the mode,

it weighs upon her head

   but she does not wonder

      that it claims the eye,

it is a tower, but a trifle,

the flaring horns are innocent

   of finery or fancy,

they trail alike to capes

   that hide much of her gown.

 

She flaunts her wealth and her self,

and marvels as she stands alone

   in stiff embrace of the tiny bird,

her new universe, a bird’s horizon,

without joy, nor caper,

she cannot twirl.

 

The bird does not incline to fly,

it has no song,

quiet instants escape their time,

the bird is mystic,

it does not flail or flee,

she moves her empty hand to no avail,

together they make a tableau.

 

She who has no name

   does not think to share a word,

she feels no need to seek for more,

the bird is indistinct, content,

it stays.

 

She is a duchess with a bird,

she tilts her head,

her double-horned hat flares,

it makes a scene,

it conjures trailing musics,

and pomp of court.

 

July 27, 2024

 

Inspired by sculpture at Birch Creek 315, Linden Ponds, Hingham, MA

Revised based on feedback from Dee Bayne

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If you’re interested in

   romantic historical fiction,

try Rafael Sabatini

Scaramouche and Saint Martin’s Summer

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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The Book of Days…part xxxxv

The Book of Days…part xxxxv

The Book of Days

 

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

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.

 

Sol

 

That fabulous blot of starshine squeezed through

   a hole in the lightening sky…

I wanted to look right through it

   but the uttermost beauty

      is forbidden to our mortal eyes.

 

Yet I turned my eyes to it again,

and tried to stay…

I tried to look closer,

I think I saw an edge

   of pure, celestial delight.

 

Maybe I will imagine more.

I said “good morning.”

 

June 4, 2017

 

It was a transience, a moment for understanding, again, that there is more to sunrise than meets the eye.

 

My poem “Sol” was published in my third collection of 64 poems, In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears.

You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle),

or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, search for “Richard Carl Subber”

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You’re down to one piece of bread…

…would you share it with anybody?

Tribe: On Homecoming and Belonging

by Sebastian Junger

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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dies spei, “wish a longer day”…my poem

dies spei, “wish a longer day”…my poem

share the hoping

 

 

dies spei

 

wish a longer day, 

then grab a higher branch,

and, yes, keep climbing.

 

June 30, 2024

(The title is Latin for “day of hope”)

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Book review: Waterloo

The slightly Hollywood bravery

        of Richard Sharpe,

the butcher’s work done at the battle…

by Bernard Cornwell

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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“…another step to futures…”…“Look up,” my poem

“…another step to futures…”…“Look up,” my poem

think a good thought…

 

 

Look up

 

Sure enough, another dawn

   released another day,

a chance to see this old world

   another way,

to take another step to futures,

 

a blink in time, oh sure,

but another whole day

   to be alive,

to think a good thought,

to pause just once

   to really spy the sallow clouds

      and glance across the doughy sky,

and chance to see

   that patch of personality

      in the western span,

to think that, yes,

   the clouds have their own time,

in separate beats,

and I can savor mine.

 

June 29, 2024

 

(Modified with feedback from Dee Bayne)

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Book review: Saint Joan

by George Bernard Shaw

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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“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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Book review: Thieves in the Night

Arthur Koestler’s story of Galilee, before Israel…

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
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