by Richard Subber | Sep 23, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
forget about berry picking…
Contemplation
What did the shuffling ape
think when she saw
for the first time
a whole tree,
as it stood alone
beyond the edge of the wood?
Did she think of shape for the first time?
Did she think “bigger than me”?
Did she conjure a new word?
Did she imagine not climbing it,
and shuffling on
to where the berries grow?
Did she point to it when her mate arrived?
Did she think “I move,
I am not that thing”?
June 18, 2025
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The Collected Poems of Sara Teasdale…book review
Literate, but impersonal
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Sep 18, 2025 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
I see futures…
More than coffee…
Polly has a name tag.
I don’t have a name tag.
She sees me as I am.
She doesn’t know what I see.
She sees now,
I see futures, more for her than for me.
When I slumped in this booth,
I thought I wanted coffee…
I think what I really want
is to be really ready
to be the old man who is already me.
What I want is to warm myself
with old joys in new ways,
what I want is the promise
of all my yesterdays,
the promise of kissing my beloved
at tomorrow’s dawn,
what I want is to be remembered
by my grandchildren.
What I want is to tell Polly, gently,
to see her futures with my eyes,
to pay attention to the memories
that are piling up,
to let herself rejoice in the tomorrows,
to start learning
what kind of old lady she’s going to be…
She stands there,
somehow looking down
on the mountain of my years,
with her order book in hand,
and she asks:
“Know what you want?”
May 31, 2020
Inspired by “No Problem” by George Bilgere (b1951)
My poem “More than coffee…” 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),
or get it free in Kindle Unlimited, search for “Richard Carl Subber”
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The Wind and the Lion (1975)
heroic, the way it was…(movie review)
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Sep 14, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Tidbits
the crumbs beckon…
not just cookies…
Don’t reach for the last one,
not yet,
let the full taste linger,
let the crunch
become a munch,
let the crumbs beckon,
lick your fingers
one last time,
then go ahead.
Do it.
Eat the last macaroon.
Say “thank you!”
right out loud,
let everyone hear it!
May 25, 2025
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Book review: An Empire on the Edge
by Nick Bunker
The British wanted to win
the Revolutionary War,
but they had good reasons
for not trying too hard…
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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 | Sep 6, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
children show the way…
View
Darkness begs for light.
The shaded bower does not fight
the sun’s traverse,
the first bright ray
that heralds day…
The night embraces all its dark,
at dusk the light well knows
to fade,
faint stars are meagre,
creatures huddle
to protect their own,
endings seem to come to fore,
but dawn begins
to make its way…
Great shadows linger
in the barn’s high reach,
the hay is mounded,
making dark spaces
where no one goes,
making the hiding spots
that no one knows,
and yet the children
climb old ladders,
and flounce the hay and shout
and guard their lantern
in the shadows,
and heed the lure of dark,
and make some day
as they make their lark…
May 29, 2025
inspired by “…to make sunshine in a shady place.” from The Sketches of Louisa May Alcott, by Louisa May Alcott, New York: Ironweed Press, Inc., 2001, 282 pages, p. 250
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 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”
Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.
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by Richard Subber | Sep 2, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry
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.
Caprice
The clouds pretend to lithic form
but they are sprites
that will not stay,
all shifting shapes
of wisp and white
and blur and bulge and gray…
July 20, 2020
Lake Winnipesaukee, NH
Published in March-April 2024 issue of Creative Inspirations
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Book review: The Scarlet Letter
the beating hearts…by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Aug 26, 2025 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections, Tidbits
you know what to do…
point and squeeze
Shoot me if I start watching TV again.
I don’t want to be
like the old lady in the wheelchair
who turns, with some visible pain,
to gaze at the TV screen as she’s pushed past it.
I don’t want to be
like the old guy in the fitness room
who sits on his exercise chair
and looks up, fixated with mouth agape,
at the TV screen that won’t stop talking.
I don’t want to be
like the people in the waiting room
who can’t stop looking
at the TV screen
with the sound turned down.
Keep an eye on me—you know what to do.
May 14, 2025
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The Scarlet Letter, victim of Hollywood
Nathaniel Hawthorne’s version is best
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 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”
Your comments are welcome—tell me what you’re thinking.
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