by Richard Subber | Jun 22, 2025 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
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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by Richard Subber | Jun 14, 2025 | Joys of reading, My poetry, Poetry
…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,
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by Richard Subber | Jun 10, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
looking up has no avail
Void
No trace, a void,
the trees embrace
the empty vault,
no whispered breeze,
no hint of dawn,
the dark can tell no tale,
and looking up
has no avail…
The ancients saw such sky,
and had scant words
for such nothingness,
and took their time
to wonder:
had their gods fled?
or mused on magic
still unknown,
or turned to scrape
another stone,
they did not know of
and had no care
for moons and star things.
March 14, 2025
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Book review: The Chosen
Life: exuberant, and otherwise…
by Chaim Potok
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jun 3, 2025 | Language, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
hark to the wind…
grass, singing
When you walk the fields,
you scuff the sopranos,
you tramp on the tenors,
you crush the chorus,
the grass, in its millions,
is singing its tiniest of songs.
If you stop to think on
what the field may know,
if you hark to the wind
but listen beneath it,
if you wait for
the coda
of the melody of the turf,
you may hear
scant words
and the lightest notes
and the endless tunes
of the sward.
March 4, 2025
Inspired by “Between Winter and Spring” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer:
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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.
A quote from General Custer
Hint: something to do with Indians…
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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 | Jun 1, 2025 | 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.
skyful
The scant clouds
in disarray
are soft,
they smooth the sky
above the syrup river
that marks the horizon,
they disdain our world,
they hie away,
they flee the day.
March 6, 2025
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Book review:
Great Tales of Terror
and the Supernatural
something horrifying for everyone…
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | May 24, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
we can pass it forward…
in passing
Sometimes solitude
doesn’t embrace gratitude,
solitude has meaning and value,
but I am energized by “we,”
and I linger among the smiles
and do not hurry on
to the silence of myself…
…hear this, I trust my smile for others,
we can pass it forward
and never lose a mote of kindness,
we can meet the greetings
of the meek and the mighty,
and we can cast the seed
of the common good.
I think that I may think
on this again.
February 26, 2025
Inspired by “Gratitude” as valued by DeSales University, Center Valley, PA
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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.
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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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