by Richard Subber | Apr 9, 2024 | Joys of reading, Language, My poetry, Poetry
the soprano’s tear-stained kyrie
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.
May 30, 2023
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“Boil up” and other good manners…
The “Hobo Ethical Code” is worth a quick read.
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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 | Apr 4, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
…for two to share
Reverie
Fireside watching after noon
on such a cloudy day,
it may be not the best of times
to stay alone here silently,
to stay inside this house
with crowded happy thoughts
on such a cloudy day.
The chill rampage encloses
house and home and hearth and me,
and I alone contain
the quiet fire and you.
Your happy smiles I know so well
surpass the warming feat
of embering wood,
the tranquil moment stays a moment more,
and one remains for two to share.
February 18, 1968
Bethlehem, PA
for Barb, my dearest one
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Book review: Saint Joan
by George Bernard Shaw
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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 | Apr 2, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry
the vestige of a sky
Prelude
…the draggled remnant of nameless clouds,
receding, with no spark of life,
adrift in plainest end of day,
the vestige of a sky
so vain
with striving to be rain,
and limply waiting
for a dark
that will obscure far hills
and lazing lake below,
and make a reason
to wait for one more dawn.
Laconia, NH
July 19, 2020
My poem “Prelude” was published in my fifth collection of 53 poems, My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems.
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Book review: Who Built America?
…including people
who got their hands dirty
by Christopher Clark and Nancy Hewitt
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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
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by Richard Subber | Mar 31, 2024 | Reflections, Tidbits
no voice too small…
“The prayer of the humble pierces the clouds…”
Book of Sirach, 35:17
Expect miracles.
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The “dime novels” in the Civil War
Think “blood-and-thunder”…
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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 | Mar 28, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
to kiss the eye…
More
No one of the ancients
could have imagined this space,
this high empty shell
that interrupts the sky
without a bird to swoon and sigh,
this inside place
that feels so wide,
with more of space than shape,
with more of stretch
and more of up
than edge or end.
This court was built
to kiss the eye
and swallow sound,
it pulls the senses off their rails,
there is less of small,
and more of reach,
it conjures birds to nudge still air.
Atrium of Saint Vincent Hospital
Worcester, MA
June 1, 2018
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“Tear it up,” says Kurt Vonnegut
“Write a six line poem, about anything…
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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 | Mar 23, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
Each layered wave…
Ashore
This place, it has no words for me.
The ocean makes its thrum,
it pulls the bow across the longest string…
Each layered wave aspires to end in surf,
and lightly bears its encumbering crest,
wavers at the sandy lip
and rolls beneath the swell,
makes room for every motion
that was born afar in blue water,
and sidles now to make a final turn,
becomes mere rhythm…
May 6, 2021
Ogunquit, ME
It was high tide at the Beachmere Inn.
The broad curve of the bay accepted the languid procession of modest waves…
it all seemed so unexceptional, but I know that each wave is unique until it gets to the shore line.
The tableau did not speak to me. I know that my presence was not needed.
Published in Creative Inspirations, January-February 2023
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Book review: Mila 18
horrific truth by Leon Uris
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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
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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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