the skirr thing, “cloud talk” my poem

the skirr thing, “cloud talk” my poem

clouds sound off…

 

 

cloud talk

 

I guess that clouds may skirr,

they are so far away,

they do stir

   and frolic in the sky,

they may whir,

who hears the sound of clouds?

betimes they clap!

withal, they may purr…

 

October 1, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

The poetic art of Grace Butcher

Poetry for reading out loud…

         it’s that good

Book review: Child, House, World

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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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“we had our time”…   “our time” my poem

“we had our time”…   “our time” my poem

we made our time…

 

 

our time

 

Remembering,

the good time,

the quiet time that lasts so long,

we had our time,

we made our time,

we pushed our time

   to be the days and nights,

we filled our time together,

and now I give such time

   as two could share,

I make more time for you.

 

November 2, 2025

for my dearest one

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2026 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Lafayette by Harlow Unger

He was a great man. Also rich and lucky.

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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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“The seasons are quite real”…“Seasoning,” my poem

“The seasons are quite real”…“Seasoning,” my poem

where do they go?

 

 

Seasoning

 

No one really knows,

but so many think they care

   when the summer goes,

and yet, no one ponders “where?”

 

The seasons are quite real,

their cycle is quite strong,

they have unique appeal,

and each has its own song.

 

October 6, 2025

Hingham, MA

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Book review: The Sea Runners

…it informs, it does not soar…

by Ivan Doig

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 74 free verse poems,
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The Book of Days…part lix

The Book of Days…part lix

The Book of Days

 

The dawn’s early light can be pleasure enough for the whole day.

There are words enough to tell the story of “the temptation of day to come.”

It is my delight to write some of them for your delectation.

 

Lazing…

 

Arched across the vault,

these vapors linger,

barely nudged by breezes of the night,

these lazy smears of dawn,

they do not hide,

nor reach for higher sky,

but mark impending day…

 

July 13, 2024

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1491 by Charles Mann (book review)

…lost American legacies

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many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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“think about it”…my poem

“think about it”…my poem

thinking it over…

 

 

think about it

 

We’re walking, slow.

 

What’s he thinking?

What’s her fleeting joy?

Maybe they ask the same of me.

 

Are we really different?

 

I’m bigger,

they have growing to do.

 

I can see out the window,

they see so many things

   for the first time.

 

I remember last week’s party,

they will re-learn the fun

   of blowing out the candles.

 

I can ride a horse,

they can see a horse where the chair is.

 

I wish I could stay longer,

they will welcome my return…

 

…but for now, we climb the bosky trail,

hand in hand, we laugh together,

we chase that squirrel with our eyes,

we wonder:

what’s he thinking?

what’s his fleeting joy?

maybe he’s asking the same of us.

 

September 7, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

many waters: more poems with 53 free verse poems,
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“I know remembrance…”…“knowing,” my poem

“I know remembrance…”…“knowing,” my poem

the birds we do not know

 

 

knowing

 

I know being

   and I know anticipation

      and I know expectation,

 

and nonetheless I know surprise

   and I know remembrance

      and I know fear

         and I know wonder…

 

what is it that I do not know?

what remains to be not unknown?

 

…which slowly singing bird

   will pick my window

      for her morning melodies?

 

September 20, 2025

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

Book review:

Moral Tribes by Joshua Greene

sincere, but off the mark…

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 52 free verse and haiku poems,
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