“Time traveler”…my poem

“Time traveler”…my poem

another next year…

 

 

Time traveler

 

Tomorrow didn’t used to be a goal.

Next week wasn’t the future

   for a long time.

A year from now

   didn’t always seem so far away.

For years I was

   only barely interested

      in my birthday,

now I see that it means

   another next year

      is nothing but past.

 

Future entices, future mystifies,

future engages

   but it is not potent.

Today is the thing,

now rings the bell,

later is lonely,

it waits for a friend.

 

I don’t check my watch,

the chime is enough

   to remind me

      that minutes can be magic,

I welcome another minute,

I live my time.

 

April 5, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Snow Goose

…sensual drama, eminently poetic…

by Paul Gallico

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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)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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I did not think of ending…my poem

I did not think of ending…my poem

close to myself…

 

 

Dreamery #3

 

I think I knew

   what I was doing,

but I wasn’t sure why.

 

I was close to myself,

I did not heed the whirr

   of my big blower,

knew it would be a long job,

sensed an annoying

   lack of progress,

the work was my duty,

a slow drudgery,

I did not think of ending,

there was a clear space,

I was not curious,

I stepped in it,

 

I didn’t know

   where the leaves would go,

the far wall of that big hall

   was beyond the edge

      of the half-dark,

there was no thought of outside,

so many leaves,

no noise…

 

I woke before the work was done.

 

March 30, 2025

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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The Book of Days…part liii

The Book of Days…part liii

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.

 

Gray

 

A nothing sky,

a tasseled waste of cloud,

a pale so drear,

a tease of dawn.

 

August 28, 2024

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Home Team: Poems About Baseball (book review)

Edwin Romond hits another homer…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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“Poetry is what I see…”…my poem

say it again

 

 

Poetry is…

 

Poetry is what I see and hear and feel,

it is the life force of my sensations,

it is my potent thinking,

it is my surrender to the beauty of words

   that leap together in my mind,

and spill onto my page,

and wait to pass your lips.

 

September 17, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

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)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.

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“icing on the evening.”…“gâteau,” my poem

“icing on the evening.”…“gâteau,” my poem

it’s OK to stand there…

 

 

gâteau

 

My glance adds nothing

   to the moment of this sky,

I know so well

   it will not stay,

it holds my eye

   for seconds more,

this sweet stack

   of layered night,

this icing on the evening.

 

March 23, 2025

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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not a real place in memory…

not a real place in memory…

…only small shadows…

 

 

Dreamery #1

 

The scraggly disarray of an old farm yard

   was the milieu,

not a real place in my memory,

but a scene I could understand.

The dream was realistic in its detail,

jumbled in its action.

I’m no farmer, I had no impulse

   to harvest any dream theme,

I was there in fact.

I was a witness without a question.

I felt no urge to end it.

I had no curious thought.

 

In the old barn I sensed

   a history in every damp corner,

an unfinished story in every heap

   of debris that marked a process without progress,

in remnants of machines,

in the gear of abandoned projects

   that made only small shadows

   on the untidy floor.

 

The cowgirl and the kids who urged

   their clattering horses

      through this carelessly cluttered scene

         were noisy,

but I couldn’t make out their words…

 

Outside a squad of ragtag soldiers

   shambled into view,

wearing remnants of antique uniforms,

maybe they had guns,

with no fierce mien among them…

these were militia, maybe,

with no impulse to rush to battle,

no inspiration to huzzah,

no flag to die for…

 

Their leader was a faded heroine of dream time,

a broad-hipped fat woman

   in some style of tunic,

no memorable face,

yelling for services and a campsite and supplies,

in some style of a martinet, it seemed,

but not convincing…

 

I sensed that there was no apparent reason

   for this ersatz troop to be there,

it seemed that they wanted

   to be somewhere else.

 

For a moment, I felt some sympathy.

 

July 27, 2017

Often I don’t remember my dreams. I was aware that there was no particular reason to remember this one. It was not a particular dream. This is one particular way of saying that.

My poem “Dreamery #1” was published in my second collection of 47 poems, Seeing far: Selected poems. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, click here

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A poet is a “maker”

…and it doesn’t have to rhyme…

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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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