by Richard Subber | Nov 26, 2023 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
no portent of delight…
Momentary
There is beauty in being,
stunning beauty of the moment,
when creature and bloom
make a tiny community of two,
the flower offering so much,
as if caring to give energy for life,
the butterfly taking so little.
No guardian brings them together
to share goodness
for futures they do not share,
a metamorphosis brought them alive
but did not portend delight,
did not augur the beautiful exchange,
it set them free to play a role,
their give and take is feeding my soul.
August 3, 2022
Published in Creative Inspirations, Sep-Oct 2022 issue
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Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 23, 2023 | Book reviews, Books, Poetry, Reviews of other poets
her words are arrows…
Book review:
Evidence
by Mary Oliver (1935-2019)
Boston: Beacon Press, 2009
74 pages
Guilty, guilty, guilty. With Evidence, Mary Oliver is guilty once again of nailing me to the floor so I can read every single poem in her book, one after the other.
Her style encourages me to think that I can write more and better poetry, because she makes it seem so easy to choose the right words, in the right order. Mary speaks straight from her heart, she uses exacting words as arrows to find precise targets in vision and imagination, and she leaves out all the other stuff.
Despite the mountain of her years, we have Evidence: Mary Oliver climbed to the highest branches. Here’s an excerpt from “About Angels and About Trees”:
“…what I know is that
they rest, sometimes,
in the tops of the trees
and you can see them,
or almost see them,
or, anyway, think: what a
wonderful idea…
The trees, anyway, are
miraculous, full of
angels…and certainly
ready to be
the resting place of
strange, winged creatures
that we, in this world, have loved.”
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“Boil up” and other good manners…
The “Hobo Ethical Code” is worth a quick read.
In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 21, 2023 | Language, Tidbits
words for all seasons…
“…and a word spoken in due season,
how good is it!”
Proverbs 15:23
The Bible, King James Version
Samuel Taylor Coleridge said poetry is “the best words in the best order.”
Happily, words that are spoken in due season often are the best words.
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A quote from General Custer
Hint: something to do with Indians…
Above all: Poems of dawn and more with 73 free verse poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 18, 2023 | Language, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
s’agit d’amour…
Nuit
La nuit me dit,
”Mon cher, qu’as tu?”
et je réponds,
“Rien…mais oui,
encore je pense à elle
qui est ma chère depuis…”
Ma vie en toute,
mon âme, ma femme,
le même pour moi…
S’agit d’amour, cher noir,
la nuit qui est tout seul…
et moi aussi.
1968
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“Tear it up,” says Kurt Vonnegut
“Write a six line poem, about anything…
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by Richard Subber | Nov 14, 2023 | Language, My poetry, Poetry
where do you belong?
natura
I march in the hills,
I sleep in grassy vales,
the proud peaks relent, betimes,
they hold my footsteps
in high places,
and I look down again
on sylvan slopes
that beck to me
and open to my passing through,
I wet my feet in waters
with no name,
I rest in bosky dells,
and I sing a forest song…
I belong to all this beauty.
July 10, 2023
inspired by “Ascent” by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, as published July 9, 2023, on her website, A Hundred Falling Veils
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Oops, Columbus didn’t “discover” America
…but he got close…
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by Richard Subber | Nov 7, 2023 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry
the yearling ahead of the herd
Taking a walk
There she goes again.
She’s running ahead, beyond my reach,
she stops and waits if I call loud enough,
but she doesn’t shout back.
Taking a walk
isn’t something she needs to do
in measured steps with me.
It’s the daring.
I think she’s not testing limits,
she’s learning what to do,
and how to do it,
before a limit comes into view,
before it makes her mindful.
It’s the dashing.
It’s not escape, it’s exuberance.
It’s a style of open plains loping,
she doesn’t see the sidewalk
that I’m following,
she’s following the instinct
of the yearling ahead of the herd.
It’s the dancing.
She runs, she skips,
she jumps, she hears a music
that has nothing to do
with my cautions
or my grown-up obligation
or my protective love.
It’s the doing.
I understand that she is
reaping new experiences in her life.
There is no danger outside my imagination.
The coyotes are out of range,
I’m sure of it and she depends on me.
She is a dasher, a dancer and a prancer,
and it is my joy
to scramble to catch up to her again.
April 22, 2017
My oldest granddaughter likes being out in front. She has never actually ranged far enough ahead to be out of my sight. I don’t know if she would go that far. I guess she wouldn’t do it deliberately. I don’t really think she might be attacked by a dog rushing out from the next home she passes…I can’t get that completely out of my mind. I can guess at the horizons she’s pushing back in her mind. She won’t understand the joy/fear in my mind until she’s a lot older. There are three more grandkids in line behind her. I’m learning to walk faster.
My poem “Taking a walk” was published in my second collection of 47 poems, Seeing far: Selected poems.
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Movie review: Same Time, Next Year
all-American adultery, oh yeah…
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