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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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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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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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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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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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Jan 4, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry
Blaze
It’s easy to be in love.
There is no burden in loving.
Deep love is simplest joy,
delicate love cannot be bound.
The singing is so free,
and the eager truth is clear:
I can walk on fire for you,
each next step so easy…
July 13, 2021
Inspired by Melissa Etheridge singing “I’m the Only One”
…for my dearest one
My poem “Blaze” 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),
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Book review: Shawshank Redemption
A world I do not want to know…
by Stephen King
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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 | Dec 24, 2024 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry
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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“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,
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by Richard Subber | Dec 12, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
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,
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and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”
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