by Richard Subber | Dec 12, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
hair and gone…
Snood
A bag for hair,
the net surrounds,
it holds the hair entire,
less gracious than the dangling strands,
but a total wrap,
elegance enfolds and sways perchance,
the wild mane contained
but waiting to be free.
August 31, 2024
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Book review: Tales from Shakespeare
summaries by Charles and Mary Lamb…
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Dec 5, 2024 | Memoir, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
a good glove gets old…
Whack!
Funny how it still fits my hand
after so many years,
I remember the stitching
and the thick pad at my palm.
It’s a “Rickey Henderson” glove,
I forgot the name.
The thing is,
a good glove gets old
but it’s still good,
the whack of a line drive
in the pocket
still sounds big,
you whack your hand
into the pocket
ten thousand times,
and the last one
still feels good,
and when my son,
a man now,
says “Dad, here’s your glove,”
he means:
“Here’s the glove
you let me use
a couple times
instead of my kid glove,
I always wanted
to have this glove,
and now I do,
but you can use it
for a while…
it’s still yours.”
August 17, 2024
your grandson probably can throw better than you…
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Old Friends (book review)
Tracy Kidder tells truth about old age…
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Dec 3, 2024 | Book reviews, Books, Human Nature, Joys of reading, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Theater and play reviews
unforgettable…
Movie review and book review:
Atonement
Atonement is a story of lives of irredeemable sadness. Ian McEwan wrote the book that is faithfully portrayed in this 2007 film (rated R, 123 minutes)—it got seven Oscar nominations—starring Keira Knightly (Cecilia), James McAvoy (Robbie), Romola Garai (child Briony), Saoirse Ronan (18-year-old Briony), and Vanessa Redgrave (mature Briony).
In brief: Briony, a child, tells a dreadful lie about her sister’s lover, forcing Cecilia and Robbie to live separate, desperately tormented lives during World War II.
This poem is my “Thumbs Up” review of the movie and the book.
Unforgettable
This memory is lava hot,
it mingles, lava slow,
in all my thoughts,
in all my mind.
It is a crumble, peat, dark,
peat rich, no single whole,
but bits of all.
I cannot grasp it entire.
It fills me,
it is full of me,
full with my dread imaginings,
full with my discarded dreams,
so full…
It burns, it sears,
a red haze in my every gaze,
a scarlet shackle on each heartbeat.
I accept the impotence of atonement.
My long-ago childish deed cannot be undone,
that indulgence in excitement
and attention and novelty
and vengeance and purest love.
Unbidden, I saw an act I didn’t understand,
two lovers, I cherished them,
their coupling had no inner meaning for me,
yet showed they had more love for each other
than each for me…
Later, a twisted crime he did not—could not—commit,
yet I accused—“I saw him”—I lied,
to hurt him and to keep her, apart, for me.
That lie broke them.
At that moment, the words tasted brave
and older than my years.
The taste became gall.
Later, I was to know that I killed them.
My life has been my penance.
Now I understand what I could not see
and could not then feel.
Now I feel their horror that I invented
in place of their happiness.
Now I endure the unhappiness
they could not escape,
the terror born of a child’s simple plan
in a child’s heart.
…I keep those false words—“I saw him”—
spoken in righteous innocence,
in unknowable ignorance,
in unremembered pleasure…
I did not know I was trading my portion of happiness
for a memory that I keep
in a hole in my heart.
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Movie review. Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.
Good Will Hunting, a movie about love (review)
Robin Williams nails it…
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 23, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
who’s watching whom…
Exit
I lingered after light sleep,
the empty snowbound afternoon was my prospect,
a warming wrap was my comfort,
no urge disturbed my rest,
the necessity of loneliness pinched my gaze…
I think the fox had been watching me
in my windowed bay,
I think she had one snuff of fear,
I think she paused, on the crusted snow,
and found no scent of interest,
I think she may have wondered
how I could feel at ease
in my tight world…
I raised one hand in greeting and adieu,
and she took her own royal time
in walking away on her grand stage.
November 8, 2018
Inspired by “Closer” by Roberta Marggraff in the Fall/Winter 2018-2019 issue of the Aurorean.
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Book review: The Scarlet Letter
the beating hearts…by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 23, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
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.
Flash
The arrows of day are bright
in the waning waste of night,
how brief their flight
to herald light.
July 20, 2024
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Book review: Shantung Compound
They didn’t care much
about each other…
by Langdon Gilkey
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 19, 2024 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
76 trombones…
Grace
As we gather here
we learn once more
that each of us is one,
that we hear our own music,
and yet we know
that 76 trombones
sound better than one.
We learn once more
that we are family,
and we like each other.
Food probably was the first thing
that humans shared.
It’s a nice tradition.
Let’s be grateful
for our good food
and our good fellowship.
Savannah, GA
November 24, 2022
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Book review: The Bridges of Madison County
If you’re looking for
highly stoked eroticism
and high-rolling lives
that throw off sparks when they touch,
look elsewhere.
by Robert Waller
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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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