contemplation…a poem

contemplation…a poem

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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“More than coffee…” (my poem)

“More than coffee…” (my poem)

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.

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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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Upstream: Selected Essays (book review)

Upstream: Selected Essays (book review)

maybe Mary knows a lot of stuff…

 

 

Book review:

Upstream: Selected Essays

 

by Mary Oliver

New York: Penguin Press, 2016

 

I’m allowed to say this: I like Mary Oliver’s poetry a whole lot more than I like her essays.

Upstream just seems like a long, lonely walk against the current, even if the stream is a lovely thing in a secret bosky place where being cheek-to-cheek with a turtle may not seem like a completely bad idea.

Oliver loves the narrative style, and she’s happy with much more attention to the details of Nature than I’m able to tolerate.

Her reflections about Hawthorne, and Poe, and Emerson, and Whitman may be spectacularly well informed, and they may be insightful, but I don’t know enough to judge and I do know enough to suspect that no one really knows in great detail what was going on in, for instance, Whitman’s mind when he was endlessly composing and publishing Leaves of Grass. Maybe Oliver somehow knows…good for her if she does. I suspect that she was writing what she wanted to believe.

I’ll stick to reading what I want to read.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

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,

look elsewhere.

by Robert Waller

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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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not just cookies…my poem

not just cookies…my poem

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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Good Poems: American Places…book review

Good Poems: American Places…book review

Check out May Sarton’s poems

 

 

Book review:

Good Poems: American Places

 

Garrison Keillor (b1942), ed.

New York: Viking, 2011

484 pages

 

Keillor is no slouch when it comes to picking readable poems, I give him full credit for that.

However, there are so many poems here that this volume isn’t selective in any meaningful way.

Good Poems: American Places has themed sections that are obviously different but the topics aren’t obviously useful.

Is there something for everyone here?

Does anyone really care?

I found a few gems: for example, poems by Tom Hennen and May Sarton.

‘Nuff said.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

How does a poem end?

Finis,” my thoughts (my poem)

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“Darkness begs for light…”…“View,” my poem

“Darkness begs for light…”…“View,” my poem

children show the way…

 

 

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

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”

 

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