by Richard Subber | Feb 6, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
think of new tomorrows…
caper
“The impossible closes around
like a smooth lake
on an early morning swim.”
…and you taste it,
and stroke through it,
the unseen ripples chase you
as you push your little wave ahead,
you think of new tomorrows,
and you make a silent promise,
and you see the new possible
as it capers on the morning shore.
December 23, 2024
The quote is from “Everything that is not you” by Jane Hirshfield. It inspired me.
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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 | Feb 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.
s’more sky
A sky, well-baked,
the browning clouds are still,
there is no vigor nor vapor
nor prospect in the vault,
the wide, wide oven
of the star of day
is open,
one big tasty treat
that soon becomes
another sky.
October 24, 2024
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Fire in the Lake (book review)
you should have read it in 1972…
by Frances FitzGerald
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 74 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jan 26, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
I’ve seen other creatures…
la cage
I could be wrong,
I think I’m a bird.
It’s hard to put it into words
‘cause I can’t talk
in exactly the way
the big creature does.
The creature can’t sing, of course,
I’ve sung the easy tunes
so many times,
but all I hear from the creature
is “la la la”
and “mmmh mmmh,”
without a speck of joy.
The creature gives me food,
although the seeds are really old
and the bugs are already dead!
and nectar?
oh well, I’ll keep waiting…
The hairy thing that barks
doesn’t jump up any more,
I stopped being scared.
It’s a good thing I’m up so high!
I did get to fly once
when the creature
forgot to shut the little door,
but I didn’t go far,
my little arms got tired,
then I moved around three times
and then the creature grabbed me—
it didn’t hurt—
and now I’m back inside.
I can see through the wall,
the sun is sometimes bright,
the sticks with greenish things
go up and down,
and back and forth,
I’ve seen other creatures
that sort of look like me,
I heard one sing my song.
A while ago, when it was dark
I think I had a thought…
I’m sitting here…
I can’t remember it.
December 7, 2024
“la cage” was inspired by “A Caged Bird” by Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909)
excerpt:
“High at the window in her cage
The old canary flits and sings,
Nor sees across the curtain pass
The shadow of a swallow’s wings.”
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Book review: Shantung Compound
They didn’t care so much
about each other…
by Langdon Gilkey
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by Richard Subber | Jan 21, 2025 | Books, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
one more round…
before it’s light…
It’s not quite day,
and I haven’t completely
shrugged sleep from my thoughts,
I’m thinking this is the short time,
this is “get started” time,
this is the gossamer moment
for pulling on the bright shirt
and welcoming one more day,
one more morning,
one more round of life,
one more chance
to get it mostly right,
I’m thinking nothing new here,
just like yesterday,
do good things,
get ready for tomorrow.
October 2, 2024
…waiting for breakfast at Easter’s Country Kitchen, Hingham, MA
Published in Creative Inspirations, Jan-Feb 2025 issue
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Book review: Hag-Seed
by Margaret Atwood…it ain’t Shakespeare
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by Richard Subber | Jan 14, 2025 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
the horses lost their jobs
It was red
What’s left are the last thin hunks
of that heroic red machine,
planted in the front field,
not going anywhere,
still pointed to its last destination.
This is a marvel of machine,
a completely rusted spectacle of progress,
form invites quick memories
of function…
It doesn’t tempt the kids,
there are no pedals to push,
the big seat is too high
and it’s too rough for bouncing,
and it’s too far from the thick rusty wheel
with no horn,
the big rugged tractor tires
turned one last time
when the moon and the stars
and the sun were younger.
Once it was a noisy monster,
the farmer called the thing “Bab,”
it scared the horses who lost their jobs,
it scattered the goats and the hens,
the pigs went rooting
on the other side of the barn.
Old farmers remember their first ride
on their magic new machines
that chugged everywhere, pulled anything,
each tractor needed its own tool box,
half metal stuff, half mystery stuff,
and the farmers knew
how to keep them going,
and they knew the secret kick
that finished many repair jobs.
This rig’s driver never used
a couple of the rods
and a few of the knobby connectors,
and he never wondered
why he didn’t know
what they were for.
The spectral farmer in baggy overalls
who starts to fill the tank each night
always struggles with the cap,
and always decides to wait…
October 27, 2024
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Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife
Germaine Greer just went overboard a bit…
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by Richard Subber | Jan 9, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
transitions
morph
Another leaf drops from the tree.
Watch it skittering down.
The next leaf will fall
to another bare spot,
a new herald of the new season.
Like you, the tree is changing—
Was it your self who saw
the first leaf fall?
Is it the same tree now,
as afternoon begins?
Yon artist arrays a new canvas
on her gear,
she sets the first one aside, in view,
she thinks to paint the tree again
with more autumnal hues,
she swabs her brush
and makes a bobbing leaf,
intent on making it real—
The tree gives up the leaf she saw,
a new bird perches on the highest twig,
when will she know
that she’s painting a different tree?
will she know that her other self
was the painter in the morning?
November 3, 2024
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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