“Rocks and ripples,” they keep going (a poem)

“Rocks and ripples,” they keep going (a poem)

into tomorrow…

 

 

Rocks and ripples

 

I tossed that rock far out,

in the middle,

not as far as I could throw,

but out there,

and then I watched the ripples,

in a wind-shaped circle,

fading to dimples soon enough

   but not quite wiffling into nothing,

and I could see, for a moment,

how that rounding pulse

   would keep going

      after I turned away…

 

August 22, 2019

Inspired by “Read my rocks” by Ellie Shumaker, age 13

in 2019 Rattle Young Poets Anthology

 

My poem “Rocks and ripples” was published in my fourth collection of 55 poems, As with another eye: Poems of exactitude.

You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle),

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Saint Joan

by George Bernard Shaw

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 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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“…the boy climbs to me…”…“A man’s job,” my poem

“…the boy climbs to me…”…“A man’s job,” my poem

doing what’s right…

 

 

A man’s job

 

I won’t sell my trees.

The balsams would go quickly

   at “cut your own” prices,

but I tell my neighbors, again this year,

there will be no cutting

   on this old slope that spills down

      to my little barn.

 

Day is darkening,

and I move among my trees.

This one, bent and broken

   in last winter’s snows,

has grown,

the birds of spring may nest

   in its green spaces…

 

and now, from below,

the boy climbs to me, his head down,

his father’s axe in hand,

he has changed since his father died,

he tries to do a man’s work,

he will have little time

   for baseball with the other boys.

“I told Momma I would find a tree,

to make a Christmas for Becky and the baby.”

 

So.

He holds his axe in both hands,

and he stands straight in my field.

I extend my arm.

“Go find a good one,

I can help you carry it home.”

 

December 1, 2018

 

My poem “A man’s job” was published in my sixth collection of 73 poems, Above all: Poems of dawn and more.

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or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, search for “Richard Carl Subber”

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“Tear it up,” says Kurt Vonnegut

“Write a six line poem, about anything…

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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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Read it again!

Read it again!

Let’s read a book…

 

 

Entreaties

 

O, come, lovely child,

tell me your words, what you see,

what you hear, and feel.

 

O, stay, rampant child,

be still, give me your sweet smile.

I give mine to you.

 

July 3, 2013

 

What wouldn’t you give for a few more minutes

of marvelous exploration with that magnificent child?

Can you imagine that you would ever say “No” when she says “Read it again!”?

When she decides to tell you again about the spider that she saw yesterday,

do you think for even a moment that it will be boring?

 

Published in Creative Inspirations, May/Jun 2018 issue

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A poem about the right thing

…and the lesser incarnation…

“Vanity”

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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the snood thing…my poem

the snood thing…my poem

hair and gone…

 

 

Snood

 

A bag for hair,

the net surrounds,

it holds the hair entire,

less gracious than the dangling strands,

but a total wrap,

elegance enfolds and sways perchance,

the wild mane contained

   but waiting to be free.

 

August 31, 2024

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Book review: Tales from Shakespeare

summaries by Charles and Mary Lamb…

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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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Whack!…the old glove…my poem

Whack!…the old glove…my poem

a good glove gets old…

 

 

Whack!

 

Funny how it still fits my hand

   after so many years,

I remember the stitching

   and the thick pad at my palm.

It’s a “Rickey Henderson” glove,

I forgot the name.

 

The thing is,

a good glove gets old

   but it’s still good,

the whack of a line drive

   in the pocket

      still sounds big,

you whack your hand

   into the pocket

      ten thousand times,

and the last one

   still feels good,

and when my son,

a man now,

says “Dad, here’s your glove,”

he means:

“Here’s the glove

   you let me use

      a couple times

         instead of my kid glove,

I always wanted

   to have this glove,

and now I do,

but you can use it

   for a while…

it’s still yours.”

 

August 17, 2024

 

your grandson probably can throw better than you…

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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,
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and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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Atonement…movie and book review

Atonement…movie and book review

unforgettable…

 

 

Movie review and book review:

Atonement

 

Atonement is a story of lives of irredeemable sadness. Ian McEwan wrote the book that is faithfully portrayed in this 2007 film (rated R, 123 minutes)—it got seven Oscar nominations—starring Keira Knightley (Cecilia), James McAvoy (Robbie), Romola Garai (child Briony), Saoirse Ronan (18-year-old Briony), and Vanessa Redgrave (mature Briony).

In brief: Briony, a child, tells a dreadful lie about her sister’s lover, forcing Cecilia and Robbie to live separate, desperately tormented lives during World War II.

This poem is my “Thumbs Up” review of the movie and the book.

 

Unforgettable

 

This memory is lava hot,

it mingles, lava slow,

in all my thoughts,

in all my mind.

 

It is a crumble, peat, dark,

peat rich, no single whole,

but bits of all.

I cannot grasp it entire.

 

It fills me,

it is full of me,

full with my dread imaginings,

full with my discarded dreams,

so full…

 

It burns, it sears,

a red haze in my every gaze,

a scarlet shackle on each heartbeat.

 

I accept the impotence of atonement.

 

My long-ago childish deed cannot be undone,

that indulgence in excitement

   and attention and novelty

      and vengeance and purest love.

 

Unbidden, I saw an act I didn’t understand,

two lovers, I cherished them,

their coupling had no inner meaning for me,

yet showed they had more love for each other

   than each for me…

 

Later, a twisted crime he did not—could not—commit,

yet I accused—“I saw him”—I lied,

to hurt him and to keep her, apart, for me.

That lie broke them.

At that moment, the words tasted brave

   and older than my years.

The taste became gall.

Later, I was to know that I killed them.

My life has been my penance.

 

Now I understand what I could not see

   and could not then feel.

Now I feel their horror that I invented

   in place of their happiness.

Now I endure the unhappiness

   they could not escape,

the terror born of a child’s simple plan

   in a child’s heart.

 

…I keep those false words—“I saw him”—

spoken in righteous innocence,

in unknowable ignorance,

in unremembered pleasure…

 

I did not know I was trading my portion of happiness

   for a memory that I keep

      in a hole in my heart.

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Movie review. Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 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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