“hula hope,” hard work, great rhythm (my poem)

“hula hope,” hard work, great rhythm (my poem)

more champion stuff…

 

 

hula hope

 

She wanted to do it.

She wanted to keep the hula hoop around her hips,

and she knew it was supposed to go around

   and around,

and she knew it wasn’t supposed to be on the ground.

 

She bent over to pick it up,

time after time,

imagining hope

    as she hipped it again and again,

as she vainly tried to keep it whirling

   and used her hands to make the thing

      do what it’s supposed to do…

 

She didn’t understand that rhythm is work,

and hard work makes great rhythm,

and she had to give her energy to the hoop

   so it could caress her little body,

and make her a champion.

 

August 2, 2022

Never too young to reach for the ring…

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2022 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Cleopatra: A Life

…don’t even think

about Gordon Gekko…

by Stacy Schiff

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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)
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“…the journey is always different…”…(”Whither…” my poem)

“…the journey is always different…”…(”Whither…” my poem)

my restless eye

 

 

Whither…

 

I do not see the next turn in my road.

 

I know there will be choosing,

I know that I cannot turn

   both left and right

      as need there be,

that some roads

   will be traveled only once,

that in my living

   I may turn back, betimes,

but the journey is always different

   in the second passage.

 

The known past dims,

and my unknown future

   will brighten with every dawn,

and I know there is no certain map

   of my next steps—

I am content to round the next turn,

and so to look ahead

   to spy the turning

      that invites my restless eye.

 

January 12, 2020

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Book review: The Cradle Place

by Thomas Lux

poems wrapped in a wet rag…

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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“…the lean pilgrim…”—“Singleton,” my poem

“…the lean pilgrim…”—“Singleton,” my poem

…he picks his hopscotch way…

 

 

Singleton

 

Too much of winter remains

   to rehearse a song of spring…

 

The wetland flaunts its barren peat,

its withered stems,

a wastrel tree…

 

The debris of winter is a dowdy mantle

   on the tired earth,

a bleak board for the lean pilgrim

   as he scouts my yard,

he picks his hopscotch way,

his red breast dabbles color

   in the last of autumn’s arid leaves…

 

…as he turns to me,

I whisper: “welcome”

 

February 26, 2020

Mr. Robin was too early, but I happily waited to see him again.

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Book review: The Snow Goose

…sensual drama, eminently poetic…

by Paul Gallico

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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“What the hangman hears” is more than words (poem)

“What the hangman hears” is more than words (poem)

a life story…

 

 

What the hangman hears

 

 

I’m scared
will it hurt?
can you make it quick?
I can’t hold it much longer
the rope is so big
my mother is coming
she’ll pay you
she won’t let me die
can’t you wait?
I’m scared
the rope is tight
I know Johnny will get here
I know he’s coming
he’ll bring you money
wait another minute
where are they?
I’m scared
I didn’t do it

 

October 28, 2021

My poem “What the hangman hears” was published in my fifth collection of 53 poems, My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited (search for “Richard Carl Subber”)

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Boz indeed! Sketches by Boz

Charles Dickens delivers,

in a fastidiously literary kind of way…

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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“Aurora,” a spark of dawn (poem)

“Aurora,” a spark of dawn (poem)

…interruption of the night.

 

 

Aurora

 

A sharp spark of dawn intrudes on the dark,

it limns the sentry line of trees

   that mutely guard the wetlands,

it draws the eye but has no style,

is not sun, and scarcely bright,

yet augurs interruption of the night.

 

May 2, 2020

Published in Sep-Oct 2022 issue of Creative Inspirations

My poem “Aurora” was published in my fifth collection of 53 poems, My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited (search for “Richard Carl Subber”).

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“…fragmentary blue…”

a hue for you, thanks, Bob

Robert Frost, old reliable

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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“Love has a name,” a ruby future (poem)

“Love has a name,” a ruby future (poem)

…the vanishing point…

 

 

Love has a name

 

She imagined bliss in the dark

   on the cool sand.

He numbly spoke his part

   in a lovers’ quarrel.

She offered him so many futures together,

paired, and shared.

She offered one exotic future

   in her ruby world.

She heard the lovers’ music,

not knowing that he danced

   to familiar rhythms

      without hearing the tune

         that chimed in her heart.

She offered him their futures,

but he ensnared that single one

   that would make them one,

he could not release it

   to her nurture and her joyful care,

he stole the ruby future and ran away.

 

He left a lonely rose

   and a note with two words

      that she could not accept,

and he rushed to the vanishing point

   on his horizon.

 

She held his note, signed with his “G”…

she stared at her empty horizon,

with barely hot tears,

she shuddered in the first searing sadness,

knowing that she had never spoken his name.

 

Feb 26, 2021

Inspired by The Good Karma Hospital, a 2017 TV series that ran for three seasons. In the last episode, Dr. Ruby Walker learns that her love affair with Dr. Gabriel Varma isn’t a love affair, and is only another example of Dr. Varma’s pathetic inability to make a commitment.

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American Character: A History of the Epic Struggle…

Colin Woodard makes it easier to understand…(book review)

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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