by Richard Subber | Sep 12, 2023 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
in the moment…
quickie
…wait for a verse to come,
wait for a verse to come,
and let its style surpass itself,
and let it sing for two hearts,
let it fling off care,
let it be our newest way
to murmur love.
June 6, 2023
We have these moments…
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“…I walk in mirabilibus supra me…”
C. S. Lewis knows the weight of glory…
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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 7, 2023 | Joys of reading, Language, My poetry, Poetry
…let the chorus turn you…
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.
Rumford, RI
May 30, 2023
Let yourself watch your 12-year-old granddaughter with a new book…does this poem occur to you?
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The Scarlet Letter, victim of Hollywood
the Nathaniel Hawthorne version is best
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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 | Aug 26, 2023 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
…when “far away” means “down”
Bird brain
Her world gets bigger as she rises.
Does that robin know that she’s flying?
Does the creature know
that flight once was not foreseeable?
Does she dream a fantasy
about walking around the track?
Does she give up on the dream,
thinking “these skinny legs will never make it?”
Does avian awe intrude
in her vista when she’s airborne?
What’s it like when
“far away” means “down”?
Does she wonder what “falling” means?
Can she imagine a world
in which “flapping” and “useless”
do not have joint meaning?
Does she hide a smile
when she comforts the chick
who hesitates to make the first jump?
May 24, 2023
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Book review:
Founding Mothers:
The Women Who Raised Our Nation
by Cokie Roberts
The Revolutionary War,
as fought by women…
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Aug 22, 2023 | My poetry, Poetry
whisper in gentling words…
Learning
She was happily proud
to show me the new chicks,
her loving hands firmly full
of the downy creatures,
she taught me how
to gently stroke them,
my hand, suddenly,
it seemed too hard
for touching,
I stretched one finger
to the tiny heads,
I wondered how those peeps felt
in that tiny moment
of such awful risk
that they couldn’t imagine,
I wanted to whisper,
in gentling words,
that there is no danger
in her warm hands
or my careful caress.
May 18, 2023
Inspired by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s “Springing” on May 17, 2023, on her website:
https://ahundredfallingveils.com/2023/05/17/springing-3/
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“Many waters cannot quench love.”
Love will rise to meet you…
(what you hear is poetry)
Book review: St. Ives
by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Aug 17, 2023 | Reflections, Tidbits
“…unremembered acts…”
“…that best portion
of a good man’s life:
his little, nameless,
unremembered acts of kindness
and of love.”
William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
English Romantic poet
How will you be unremembered?
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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2023 All rights reserved.
Will the last monkey cry?
the new reality…
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Writing Rainbows: Poems for Grown-Ups with 59 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Aug 15, 2023 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
may yet have futures…
Amaze
Countless possible beginnings,
uncounted possible turns of each one,
the one end seems finally certain…
This creature on the sand,
forlorn, lifeless,
this end the one, it seems…
Still.
It will change.
Decay?
A careless word,
a haughty view,
a narrow disdain,
ignoble, incurious.
If life is the course of change
in consequence of itself,
with no limit,
then this creature,
mutely changing now,
may yet have futures…
We do no harm to give it leave to linger,
and respect its changing prospect
for moments more,
and leave it
to walk around the new curve of the dune…
Chatham, Cape Cod, MA
June 15, 2000
My poem “Amaze” was published in my sixth collection of 73 poems, Above all: Poems of dawn and more.
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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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2023 All rights reserved.
How does a poem end?
“Finis,” my thoughts (my poem)
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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