by Richard Subber | Nov 18, 2022 | Language, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
my restless eye
Whither…
I do not see the next turn in my road.
I know there will be choosing,
I know that I cannot turn
both left and right
as need there be,
that some roads
will be traveled only once,
that in my living
I may turn back, betimes,
but the journey is always different
in the second passage.
The known past dims,
and my unknown future
will brighten with every dawn,
and I know there is no certain map
of my next steps—
I am content to round the next turn,
and so to look ahead
to spy the turning
that invites my restless eye.
January 12, 2020
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Book review: The Cradle Place
by Thomas Lux
poems wrapped in a wet rag…
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by Richard Subber | Nov 6, 2022 | My poetry, Poetry
…he picks his hopscotch way…
Singleton
Too much of winter remains
to rehearse a song of spring…
The wetland flaunts its barren peat,
its withered stems,
a wastrel tree…
The debris of winter is a dowdy mantle
on the tired earth,
a bleak board for the lean pilgrim
as he scouts my yard,
he picks his hopscotch way,
his red breast dabbles color
in the last of autumn’s arid leaves…
…as he turns to me,
I whisper: “welcome”
February 26, 2020
Mr. Robin was too early, but I happily waited to see him again.
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Book review: The Snow Goose
…sensual drama, eminently poetic…
by Paul Gallico
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Nov 2, 2022 | Human Nature, My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
a life story…
What the hangman hears
I’m scared
will it hurt?
can you make it quick?
I can’t hold it much longer
the rope is so big
my mother is coming
she’ll pay you
she won’t let me die
can’t you wait?
I’m scared
the rope is tight
I know Johnny will get here
I know he’s coming
he’ll bring you money
wait another minute
where are they?
I’m scared
I didn’t do it
October 28, 2021
My poem “What the hangman hears” 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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Boz indeed! Sketches by Boz
Charles Dickens delivers,
in a fastidiously literary kind of way…
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Oct 29, 2022 | Reflections, Tidbits
Pop-Pop’s point of view…
Being the grandfather just fills up my point of view, and the horizon gets pulled in pretty darn close, too! My beautiful granddaughter, our first, is here with me and my beloved, Barb, who is now Gram. This is our first journey of exploration as overnight babysitters in tandem—my son and his beloved, the Mom, are enjoying an interlude of adult conversation in another state.
…and when I say “pretty darn close,” I mean pretty DARN close because Gram won’t countenance my occasional unheeding sailor talk and so I try not to utter the other “D” word, although why we call it sailor talk instead of soldier talk or airman talk I do not know, most of the soldiers I knew could swear like drunken sailors, you betcha…
Anyway, I also try to concentrate on NOT doing baby talk, I never talked baby talk to my son, I intend to model the most correct version of the King’s English with this little girl because I am very well aware that she is already learning language even if she isn’t saying anything intelligible yet. She IS talking, I just don’t know what she’s saying, and I guess she’s in the same boat. So, we both do the best we can in the circumstances, and we smile a lot…and I think she likes to hear singing, so I’m doing some of that too, and it’s OK if I can remember only the chorus of “On The Banks of the Wabash, Far Away,” and she doesn’t mind if I sing it several times in a row.
I think it’s quite refreshing that babies don’t judge, they simply observe, learn, and imitate (or not), it would be a nicer world if more people acted like babies more often…except for the doo-doo diaper part, I confess there’s no thrill in it for me, but as the Pop-Pop, I’m prepared to do my duty when this young lady does the doodie, but, well, you know…
I’ve done some reading about language and the fully-wired facility that all human babies have at birth to learn language, so I’m fascinated to listen to her verbalization at the age of 8 months, she clearly is NOT making sounds at random, and so I am sympathetically responding to her, saying “I know you’re talking but I don’t know what you’re saying yet.” I know she’s working hard on understanding what we say to her. I can’t wait for my first opportunity to listen to my sweet granddaughter and say: “I understand!”
Stay tuned…and if you’re already a grandparent, you know how this story turns out!
September 2, 2011
In case you were wondering: Paul Dresser published “Wabash” in 1897, and his wildly popular ballad was one of the earliest pieces of music to be recorded…
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/On_the_Banks_of_the_Wabash,_Far_Away
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Movie review: Same Time, Next Year
all-American adultery, oh yeah…
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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Oct 24, 2022 | My poetry, Poetry
…interruption of the night.
Aurora
A sharp spark of dawn intrudes on the dark,
it limns the sentry line of trees
that mutely guard the wetlands,
it draws the eye but has no style,
is not sun, and scarcely bright,
yet augurs interruption of the night.
May 2, 2020
Published in Sep-Oct 2022 issue of Creative Inspirations
My poem “Aurora” 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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“…fragmentary blue…”
a hue for you, thanks, Bob
Robert Frost, old reliable
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Oct 12, 2022 | Human Nature, Language, My poetry, Poetry
…the vanishing point…
Love has a name
She imagined bliss in the dark
on the cool sand.
He numbly spoke his part
in a lovers’ quarrel.
She offered him so many futures together,
paired, and shared.
She offered one exotic future
in her ruby world.
She heard the lovers’ music,
not knowing that he danced
to familiar rhythms
without hearing the tune
that chimed in her heart.
She offered him their futures,
but he ensnared that single one
that would make them one,
he could not release it
to her nurture and her joyful care,
he stole the ruby future and ran away.
He left a lonely rose
and a note with two words
that she could not accept,
and he rushed to the vanishing point
on his horizon.
She held his note, signed with his “G”…
she stared at her empty horizon,
with barely hot tears,
she shuddered in the first searing sadness,
knowing that she had never spoken his name.
Feb 26, 2021
Inspired by The Good Karma Hospital, a 2017 TV series that ran for three seasons. In the last episode, Dr. Ruby Walker learns that her love affair with Dr. Gabriel Varma isn’t a love affair, and is only another example of Dr. Varma’s pathetic inability to make a commitment.
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American Character: A History of the Epic Struggle…
Colin Woodard makes it easier to understand…(book review)
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As with another eye: Poems of exactitude with 55 free verse and haiku poems,
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