“The unseen owl…”  “Occurrence,” my poem

by Richard Subber | Sep 24, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections

we share awareness

Occurrence

The unseen owl, that one call.

Nothing more.

What was his need? What desire?

Was it a song, so brief?

It pulsed the still night air,

a reaching sound,

meant for some creature to hear,

and I am near.

I call out my one note.

It is no answer, but affirmation:

   owl, you are there, I am here.

I think to open my mouth again,

but at once I understand:

my one note is “I” — 

invited by the owl’s like call.

I know the creature has heard me,

and now we share awareness,

a known, a kindred comfort.

We accept the reassurance of echo,

an essence of sensation and being,

the wonder of what we cannot see

   that is yet real.

Together we call out our declaration,

in these moments we feel secure

   against the near boundary of the unknown.

January 12, 2016

“Occurrence” was published online on March 26, 2020, in Literati Magazine

My poem “Occurrence” was published in my sixth collection of 73 poems, Above all: Poems of dawn and more.

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My poem “Occurrence” was published in my third collection of 64 poems, In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears.

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Book review: Sketches by Boz

…those Miss Willises sure are a scream…

by Charles Dickens

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,

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everyone sees it…the empyrean

by Richard Subber | Sep 19, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections

in Neander time

empyrean

She walked each day

   beneath the great above,

she had no word for it,

she had no need for a sound

   to name what everyone saw,

from time to time she looked up,

this woman who searched for berries

   and drew water from the Neander,

she saw the high colors, the nomad clouds,

the bright specks in the night,

she knew the certain track

   of the star of day,

all beyond her reach, beyond her ken,

she knew their home was in the great above,

she had no reverent word for it,

she reached for another berry,

without thinking, she looked up…

June 8, 2024

it’s been there for a long time…

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Book review: The Map of Knowledge

a slo-mo version of Fahrenheit 451

by Violet Moller

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“a tree knows its work”…“des arbres et vents” my poem

by Richard Subber | Aug 27, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections

talk trash to the wind

des arbres et vents

The trees do not seek the wind,

but they grow where it goes.

A tree knows its work:

a tree stands in rain

   and growth happens

      time after time,

and a tree stands in snow

   and holds it aloft

      for us to see,

and a tree welcomes critters

   who need a high place to live.

Every tree tempts the breezes

   and taunts the wind,

boughs do not break

   as they beckon all winds,

the limbs slide and sway

   and push the wind aside,

the trees eat the wind

   under sun and stars,

each tiny twig, each lazy leaf

   talks trash to the wily wind

      that knows about the detours

         in great worlds of open air,

but won’t give up the endless gift

   of giving the trees

      a reason to bend

         as they turn the wind

            into wrinkles that slump and hide,

among the unseen nests

   of the birds and squirrels.

May 23, 2024

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84, Charing Cross Road (book review)

Helene Hanff, on reading good books…

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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,

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