by Richard Subber | Jul 8, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry
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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by Richard Subber | Jul 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.
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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by Richard Subber | Jun 26, 2025 | Language, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
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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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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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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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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A quote from General Custer
Hint: something to do with Indians…
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