“The unseen owl…”  “Occurrence,” my poem

by Richard Subber | Sep 24, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections

we share awareness

Occurrence

The unseen owl, that one call.

Nothing more.

What was his need? What desire?

Was it a song, so brief?

It pulsed the still night air,

a reaching sound,

meant for some creature to hear,

and I am near.

I call out my one note.

It is no answer, but affirmation:

   owl, you are there, I am here.

I think to open my mouth again,

but at once I understand:

my one note is “I” — 

invited by the owl’s like call.

I know the creature has heard me,

and now we share awareness,

a known, a kindred comfort.

We accept the reassurance of echo,

an essence of sensation and being,

the wonder of what we cannot see

   that is yet real.

Together we call out our declaration,

in these moments we feel secure

   against the near boundary of the unknown.

January 12, 2016

Published online on Mar 26, 2020, in Literati Magazine

My poem “Occurrence” 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),

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My poem “Occurrence” was published in my third collection of 64 poems, In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears.

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 2024 All rights reserved.

Book review: Sketches by Boz

…the Miss Willises are a scream…

by Charles Dickens

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,

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everyone sees it…the empyrean

by Richard Subber | Sep 19, 2024 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections

in Neander time

empyrean

She walked each day

   beneath the great above,

she had no word for it,

she had no need for a sound

   to name what everyone saw,

from time to time she looked up,

this woman who searched for berries

   and drew water from the Neander,

she saw the high colors, the nomad clouds,

the bright specks in the night,

she knew the certain track

   of the star of day,

all beyond her reach, beyond her ken,

she knew their home was in the great above,

she had no reverent word for it,

she reached for another berry,

without thinking, she looked up…

June 8, 2024

it’s been there for a long time…

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

Book review: The Map of Knowledge

a slo-mo version of Fahrenheit 451

by Violet Moller

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 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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