“we think dirt is dirty…”…my poem

try whispering to your dog

 

 

Say what?

 

We’re not as special as we think we are…

 

We don’t really rule the earth,

we can’t fly,

or snooze at the bottom

   of the deep end of the pool,

and we can’t even roll over when we’re born,

we tend to be messy

   when we’re not paying attention,

most of us think wearing shoes is normal,

we think dirt is dirty,

we don’t like to admit

   that we eat dead things,

and we think a horse whisperer

   is some weird guy,

we think reading and writing

   is our thing,

and we think “Sparky, here boy!”

   is the right way to call the pup,

and we ignore this mystery:

 

What if your dog can talk,

   but he won’t?

 

April 19, 2024

I guess you’ve thought about it…

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Book review: The Bartender’s Tale

Ivan Doig’s story, I mostly loved it…

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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chat with a chippie?…my poem

chat with a chippie?…my poem

think like a chipmunk…

 

 

Busy

 

The chippie halts on the second step.

I’ve seen him there, he will not stay,

his hole is close, he will not stray,

he skips across my little yard

   but not too far.

 

I want to ask him, just this once,

if he’d like to scout a cozy place

   he’s never seen,

he stares at me, no fear,

I’d like a little chat, I think,

I’d like to hear his thoughts,

but I can see

   he has no time to talk.

 

October 23, 2019

 

Inspired by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s “Following Mr. Berry’s Instructions,”

as published October 23, 2019, on her website, A Hundred Falling Veils

 

“You have to be able to imagine lives that aren’t yours.”

Wendell Berry

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Book review: The Bridges of Madison County

If you’re looking for

  highly stoked eroticism

    and high-rolling lives

      that throw off sparks when they touch,

then look elsewhere.

by Robert Waller

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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“way up there,” that bird…my poem

“way up there,” that bird…my poem

bucket list?

 

 

way up there

 

I’ve never been to the top-most twig,

it’s not on my list,

I know that’s true.

 

I saw her,

   swaying as the tree tops

      let the breezes do their thing,

otherwise she did not move.

 

I envied her pacific view,

and briefly wondered

   what she cares to see,

when all around her does not hide,

when down means not too far,

when far away is not that far

   for wings that wait to spread…

 

I guess she’s seen it all

   ten thousand times,

I guess she might glance

   for a moment at me,

and murmur “you wouldn’t believe…”

 

I think I might,

but I’m content

   to let her be alone,

to be that high.

 

April 8, 2024

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My poetry. 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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lean back and listen…my poem

lean back and listen…my poem

tinkle, sway, hum…

 

 

Winter, add Woo, stir

 

…all the notes make medleys,

it’s a quiet nightclub sound,

it’s okay to listen

   with the other ear,

and hear the lilt and the lift

   and the living rhythms

      without trying too hard

         to pay attention,

and nod in time

   when an old refrain

      makes a hole in the buzz,

and you hear again

   those words that throb and skip

      and nestle into

         those last few tinkling keys…

 

Hingham, MA

April 2, 2024

 

Bob Winter at the keyboard

and Elaine Woo at the mic

made really beautiful music at Linden Ponds

on an otherwise really ordinary April afternoon.

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Book review: The Financier

He is Theodore Dreiser’s villain…

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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no words needed…  “nondescript,” my poem

no words needed…  “nondescript,” my poem

leftovers of night

 

 

nondescript

 

a rummage of grey,

slowly drifting fluff

   above the trees,

a kind of weight of clouds

   that does not hasten

      for impending day…

 

January 23, 2024

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Book review: “Bartleby, the Scrivener”

It’s loneliness beyond understanding…

by Herman Melville

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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iambic pentameter, a sample…my poem

iambic pentameter, a sample…my poem

a better way to say…

 

 

In search of…

 

I wish I had a better way to say

the things I really want to hear today.

Alas, I don’t, and there’s the rub, you see?

The words I want won’t blossom here for me.

 

April 6, 2015

Sayin’ it the iambic pentameter way…

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Book review: Forced Founders

by Woody Holton

The so-called “Founding Fathers”

weren’t the only ones

who helped to shape our independence…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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