by Richard Subber | Apr 20, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
she fills my horizons
in moto perpetuo
Surrounded.
By a baby.
She is in motion,
she is energy, all energies.
Does she move fast enough to fill all the space?
It seems true…
I follow her, she scampers on and around,
she fills my horizons,
I am surrounded.
I surrender, she has taken me alive.
Life is good.
May 26, 2012
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Book review: To Serve Them All My Days
by R. F. Delderfield
A beloved teacher,
you know this story…
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Apr 16, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
Pluck me, I quiver…
zéphyr
More than breeze,
I hear you in receiving trees.
A little air you pluck
on topmost, bending, leafy lyre.
Your music scuttles to some other ear,
a variant tone,
I hear my own,
it stills.
Pluck me, I quiver, one more harmony…
Sing me, lifting,
I sing you,
I flutter, just a little…
assez…
June 29, 1995
Bethany Beach, DE
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Play review: A Doll’s House
Henrik Ibsen’s classic on abuse…
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by Richard Subber | Apr 9, 2024 | Joys of reading, Language, My poetry, Poetry
the soprano’s tear-stained kyrie
Symphony
A new book
somehow sings a siren’s song,
a symphony of words
that make a new tune,
such delight to open any page,
and hear the mezzo’s lilt,
the soprano’s tear-stained kyrie,
and nod as the basso
closes a chapter
with words worth repeating,
and let the chorus turn you
to another page,
for more words
that suddenly are not strangers,
such old words
that make a new song.
May 30, 2023
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“Boil up” and other good manners…
The “Hobo Ethical Code” is worth a quick read.
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by Richard Subber | Apr 4, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
…for two to share
Reverie
Fireside watching after noon
on such a cloudy day,
it may be not the best of times
to stay alone here silently,
to stay inside this house
with crowded happy thoughts
on such a cloudy day.
The chill rampage encloses
house and home and hearth and me,
and I alone contain
the quiet fire and you.
Your happy smiles I know so well
surpass the warming feat
of embering wood,
the tranquil moment stays a moment more,
and one remains for two to share.
February 18, 1968
Bethlehem, PA
for Barb, my dearest one
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Book review: Saint Joan
by George Bernard Shaw
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Mar 28, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
to kiss the eye…
More
No one of the ancients
could have imagined this space,
this high empty shell
that interrupts the sky
without a bird to swoon and sigh,
this inside place
that feels so wide,
with more of space than shape,
with more of stretch
and more of up
than edge or end.
This court was built
to kiss the eye
and swallow sound,
it pulls the senses off their rails,
there is less of small,
and more of reach,
it conjures birds to nudge still air.
Atrium of Saint Vincent Hospital
Worcester, MA
June 1, 2018
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“Tear it up,” says Kurt Vonnegut
“Write a six line poem, about anything…
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by Richard Subber | Mar 23, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
Each layered wave…
Ashore
This place, it has no words for me.
The ocean makes its thrum,
it pulls the bow across the longest string…
Each layered wave aspires to end in surf,
and lightly bears its encumbering crest,
wavers at the sandy lip
and rolls beneath the swell,
makes room for every motion
that was born afar in blue water,
and sidles now to make a final turn,
becomes mere rhythm…
May 6, 2021
Ogunquit, ME
It was high tide at the Beachmere Inn.
The broad curve of the bay accepted the languid procession of modest waves…
it all seemed so unexceptional, but I know that each wave is unique until it gets to the shore line.
The tableau did not speak to me. I know that my presence was not needed.
Published in Creative Inspirations, January-February 2023
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Book review: Mila 18
horrific truth by Leon Uris
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