“Heartbeats,” love never ends, my poem

“Heartbeats,” love never ends, my poem

your smiles abide…

 

 

Heartbeats

 

The last goodbye may hurt my heart,

but you have touched my cheek

   when I forgot to smile,

we sang plain notes dipped in love.

 

We’re on a road

   that we’ve tried to imagine,

but it is a strange road,

there is no straight ahead,

there are turnings we’ve never known,

we’re not in a race

   but there is a finish line,

there is no turning back,

you may go

   but not so very far away.

 

Your living here is done,

but I’m not done with you,

you are a teacher to my heart,

our fingers blend a lovers’ knot,

your tender touch lingers

   on the cheeks of the kids,

your smiles abide in every room.

I say goodbye

   but I won’t forget.

My memories heal my heart.

 

April 14, 2026

 

Inspired by this quotation: “Experience is in the fingers and head. The heart is inexperienced.”

(1842, Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862))

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Snow Goose

…sensual drama, eminently poetic…

by Paul Gallico

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Empyrean: new poems with 57 free verse poems,
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Want to be a gardener?…“Gardens galore,” my poem

Want to be a gardener?…“Gardens galore,” my poem

work that hoe…

 

 

Gardens galore

 

What’s not a garden?

What doesn’t want to grow?

What do we have

   that will not be cultivated?

What part of me

   does not strive

      to be a seed?

What part of you

   would not thrive

      in the damp of desire?

What time will you not give

   to pluck a weed, and then another?

What earth does not long at night

   for the gentle push of the hoe?

What greater joy

   than stroking the first green shoot,

      and cuddling the first bloom?

What would you say to the child

   who wants to be a gardener?

 

March 28, 2026

 

Inspired by “In Time” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, March 28, 2026

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Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”

Loneliness beyond understanding…

by Herman Melville

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Wait for the feeling to pass…

Wait for the feeling to pass…

Loneliness, en passant

 

 

Shivering

 

I take a stand in the cold tonight,

this frigid porch is bare,

in deadened, yellowed light,

a chitter of rustic sound is near…

 

I guess that loneliness could find a home here.

I guess I might feel warmer in the dark.

 

February 1, 2018

 

It was only a few moments, a mere chance to feel lonely,

I let it pass…

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

Ivan Doig’s story, I mostly loved it…

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 74 free verse poems,
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do the bounce thing…“allegro,” my poem

do the bounce thing…“allegro,” my poem

heartbeats on display

 

 

allegro

 

The boy was bouncing,

   hopping, jumping,

he was on the move,

 

kids make their world a motion,

   an energy,

      a swirl,

they test their arms,

   and legs,

      and fingers,

         and their voices,

            and their faces,

 

and ways to look around

   and through their spaces,

and sounds that are new words

   in their worlds,

 

they do not share

   their racing thoughts,

but they put their heartbeats on display,

their disporting has no end.

 

Do you remember that part of you

   is a child?

Will you let that part of you

   bounce with joy?

Your inner child wants to jump,

   now.

 

March 28, 2026

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The Reader (Der Vorleser)

Not just a rehash of WWII…

by Bernhard Schlink

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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The Book of Days…part lxiv

The Book of Days…part lxiv

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.

 

 

night ignited

 

The star of day makes an oven,

sears the edge of dawn,

spurns the trees,

it makes no smoke,

but there is fire in the sky,

tumult without motion,

a caldron without sound,

a heat that does not burn.

 

March 15, 2026

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Book review: The Poems of Robert Frost

he hears bluebirds talking…

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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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“ciel blanc,”…my poem

“ciel blanc,”…my poem

call it dawn

 

 

ciel blanc

 

White raiment was the angel’s garb,

she rent the dark to kiss the night,

the night awoke,

it quivered,

blushed,

and brutish men beheld a dawn.

 

March 1, 2026

 

Inspired by “Dawn” (1924) by Paul Laurence Dunbar (1879-1925):

An angel, robed in spotless white,

Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.

Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.

Men saw the blush and called it Dawn.

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Book review: The Financier

Theodore Dreiser’s villain…

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