by Richard Subber | Aug 26, 2022 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
…makes the fairy filigrees…
The water way
The vaulted glen preserves the cold calm,
enwraps the stillness,
enfolds the shrouded bowers,
hushes the tiny creatures
that do not sleep,
and graces the febrile stream
that ice cannot subdue,
the frosted flowing stream
that falls from freckled rock
to ledge to pool,
and foams awhile,
and pauses, turns,
and makes the fairy filigrees
that hang in air,
and finds its familiar course
in channels that defy
the glaze of winter.
September 7, 2019
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Book review: Shawshank Redemption
A world I do not want to know…
by Stephen King
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Aug 14, 2022 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry
to get closer…
Life lesson
Why do we unlearn the joy
of pushing against the glass?
Why do we let slip that impulse
to get closer
to the fabulous new thing
just outside the window,
to lean in to that magic scene,
to get close enough to whisper
in that new squirrel’s ear?
Why do we learn to hold back
just that bit,
so a breath on a frosty pane
will hide the wonder?
Yesterday he pressed as close as he could.
Today I see again that small smudge,
his curious nose must have been cold
for a few moments.
I know he has so much to learn,
but some of it can wait for another season…
January 2, 2020
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Book review: The House by the Sea
May Sarton’s travels, in her mind…
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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 | Feb 20, 2022 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
“…a masque of shades…”
Night watch
Waiting in winter
is easier done in darkness,
night’s hours pass,
for the lone watcher,
en passant, to ease the time,
a masque of shades,
neither droll nor dread.
Withal, the ice shines cold,
the snowy crust shines hard,
and star shine lights the way for
Orion and Aquarius
and Cassiopeia and the rest,
these watchers in the crystal sphere
will guard the transit of the moon,
will do for friends who pass the time
but will not tarry past the dawn.
November 5, 2018
Inspired by “Field,” by Roberta Marggraff in the Aurorean, Fall-Winter 2018-2019
My poem “Night watch” was published in my fourth collection of 55 poems, As with another eye: Poems of exactitude. You can buy it and my other poetry books on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, click here
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A poem about the right thing
…and the lesser incarnation…
“Vanity”
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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 | Oct 23, 2021 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry
…the big yellow bus…
The new sneakers looked big for her—it’s too easy to forget that she was still growing every day.
Maybe she won’t remember that first day. Mom and Dad will do the remembering.
The bus full of little kids was a big new noisy world.
She left most of her fears behind, in Mom’s heart.
She didn’t wave, but she must have looked back, at least once…
Moment
It wasn’t obviously a step-by-step process.
It seemed like it took years. It really was years.
A continuum of nights and days
and firsts and talking
and repeated joys
and the desperate acceptance of sickness
and the universe of smiles
and the glad warmth of wanton hugs
and bodies that can touch everywhere, and do…
She grew, yet she’s still so far from grown up,
still so completely the child you love,
but not a yearling,
not a yearling.
Last night she murmured “I’m a little shy”
and you smiled a little, reassured her,
and crumbled a little, in your heart,
it’s one more fear you cannot fix…
Now she stands at your side,
calmly shouldering the backpack,
the totem of kindergarten.
You whisper, once, again, again,
and she listens, she holds your hand.
Now she leans toward the big yellow bus,
the doors open wide—those steps are so high!—
and you kiss the back of her ear
as she leaves you standing alone,
and takes the next step in her life.
September 19, 2016
My poem “Moment” was published in my first collection of 59 new free verse and haiku poems, Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”
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Book review: “The Gentle Boy”
The Puritans had a dark side…
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Oct 13, 2021 | Joys of reading, Language, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
“…the hush of autumn is danse minuet…”
Walk this way
The familiar path invites me, always in a new way.
I forget so much each time I turn for home.
Today this wood is a full mystery again,
full canopy shelters full magic for the wanderer,
warms an alchemy in me, my steps and pace precess,
becoming dance, my breath becoming breeze,
my sight becoming rays brightening all
that stretches for sun in the umbra moving with me, pausing with me.
The routine of life is a guise for the wonder of growth
and the resurging energy to sprout anew in mouldy places.
The small deaths are symbiotic in so many ways,
the round of living and dying is danse macabre for insect, bird and beast.
The gush of spring is a greening tarantella,
all speed, all blossom, all scented marvel—
the hush of autumn is danse minuet,
all languor, all afterlife of color, all bending toward earth.
I know my place, my purpose, my delight.
I am another life in this calm living forest.
I do not take root, I am not a caretaker, I do not give or take life,
I do not die and rise again in the turn of seasons.
I am a walker, a watcher, a singer of forest songs.
August 11, 2015
That day the buzz in the forest invited me to sing along.
It didn’t seem surprising that I knew so many of the words.
In my mind, at least, I was dancing to the cascade of tunes, turning from left to right
and back again to shoot those brightening rays…
thus, I learned this poem of nature.
My poem “Walk this way” was published January 23, 2018, 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, search for “Richard Carl Subber”
“Walk this way” was published in the Spring/Summer 2017 issue of the Aurorean.
“Walk this way” was published (October 2017) in The Four Elements: Effects and Influences, an anthology by PoCo Publications (Poets Collective), available in paperback on Amazon, click here
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Book review: Lord of the Flies
Never more relevant…
by William Golding
My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Oct 3, 2021 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry
A haiku poem for your inner child…
It doesn’t hurt to admit the truth about thinking—thinking doesn’t always have to be hard work.
The teeter-totter and the carousel and the monkey bars build strong bodies, sure, and they offer a workout for the old brain…try using them, and throw in the sandbox and the swing, too, the next time you’re thinking about what the heck is going on in the real world…
Let some of the innocence of a child into your thoughts.
Inner child
Callow thoughts scamper
in the playground of my mind,
there, whence wisdom comes.
December 2, 2015
My haiku poem “Inner child” was published in my third collection of 64 poems, In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears. 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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Old Friends (book review)
Tracy Kidder tells truth about old age…
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 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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