the tree, you, the artist…“morph,” my poem

the tree, you, the artist…“morph,” my poem

transitions

 

 

morph

 

Another leaf drops from the tree.

Watch it skittering down.

The next leaf will fall

   to another bare spot,

a new herald of the new season.

 

Like you, the tree is changing—

 

Was it your self who saw

   the first leaf fall?

Is it the same tree now,

as afternoon begins?

 

Yon artist arrays a new canvas

   on her gear,

she sets the first one aside, in view,

she thinks to paint the tree again

   with more autumnal hues,

she swabs her brush

   and makes a bobbing leaf,

intent on making it real—

 

The tree gives up the leaf she saw,

a new bird perches on the highest twig,

when will she know

   that she’s painting a different tree?

will she know that her other self

   was the painter in the morning?

 

November 3, 2024

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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2025 All rights reserved.

 

For a change of pace,

read this book review

of one woman’s desperate childhood,

The Homeplace by Marilyn Nelson

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
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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“Rocks and ripples,” they keep going (a poem)

“Rocks and ripples,” they keep going (a poem)

into tomorrow…

 

 

Rocks and ripples

 

I tossed that rock far out,

in the middle,

not as far as I could throw,

but out there,

and then I watched the ripples,

in a wind-shaped circle,

fading to dimples soon enough

   but not quite wiffling into nothing,

and I could see, for a moment,

how that rounding pulse

   would keep going

      after I turned away…

 

August 22, 2019

Inspired by “Read my rocks” by Ellie Shumaker, age 13

in 2019 Rattle Young Poets Anthology

 

My poem “Rocks and ripples” was published in my fourth collection of 55 poems, As with another eye: Poems of exactitude.

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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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,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

 

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Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories…book review

Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories…book review

give “…Pointed Firs” a try

 

 

Book review:

Sarah Orne Jewett: Novels and Stories

 

by Sarah Orne Jewett (1849-1909)

New York: Literary Classics of the United States, 1994

937 pages

 

Never heard of Sarah Orne Jewett? Give her prose a try.

Jewett’s characters are persuasively human—they are credible if not always completely likable. Her prose offers recurring truths about the human condition. It’s easy to feel good about her storytelling.

This Novels and Stories collection of course includes “The Country of the Pointed Firs,” Jewett’s first-rate short novel. You’ll also find “Deephaven,” the Dunnet Landing stories, and others.

“…Pointed Firs” is an 1896 novel that describes some of the people and places of coastal Maine, and tells their stories with comfortable familiarity, reflective insight, and respectful love.

Can an old fisherman’s consuming memories of his departed wife bring tears to your eyes?

Read the story and find out.

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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: Shakespeare’s Wife

Germaine Greer went overboard a bit…

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Seeing far: Selected poems with 47 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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Roosters scream to start the day…

Roosters scream to start the day…

roosters know much…

 

 

An anonymous and potentially wise person said:

 

“The older I get, the more I understand

why roosters just scream to start their day.”

 

…and one of my favorite authors says she’s learned from others about the merits of this quick morning prayer:

“Whatever!”

 

I used to recite this one when I rolled out of bed:

“It’s show time!”

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Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Book review: The Sea Runners

…it informs, it does not soar…

by Ivan Doig

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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Whack!…the old glove…my poem

Whack!…the old glove…my poem

a good glove gets old…

 

 

Whack!

 

Funny how it still fits my hand

   after so many years,

I remember the stitching

   and the thick pad at my palm.

It’s a “Rickey Henderson” glove,

I forgot the name.

 

The thing is,

a good glove gets old

   but it’s still good,

the whack of a line drive

   in the pocket

      still sounds big,

you whack your hand

   into the pocket

      ten thousand times,

and the last one

   still feels good,

and when my son,

a man now,

says “Dad, here’s your glove,”

he means:

“Here’s the glove

   you let me use

      a couple times

         instead of my kid glove,

I always wanted

   to have this glove,

and now I do,

but you can use it

   for a while…

it’s still yours.”

 

August 17, 2024

 

your grandson probably can throw better than you…

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

 

Old Friends (book review)

Tracy Kidder tells truth about old age…

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In other words: Poems for your eyes and ears with 64 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
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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Atonement…movie and book review

Atonement…movie and book review

unforgettable…

 

 

Movie review and book review:

Atonement

 

Atonement is a story of lives of irredeemable sadness. Ian McEwan wrote the book that is faithfully portrayed in this 2007 film (rated R, 123 minutes)—it got seven Oscar nominations—starring Keira Knightly (Cecilia), James McAvoy (Robbie), Romola Garai (child Briony), Saoirse Ronan (18-year-old Briony), and Vanessa Redgrave (mature Briony).

In brief: Briony, a child, tells a dreadful lie about her sister’s lover, forcing Cecilia and Robbie to live separate, desperately tormented lives during World War II.

This poem is my “Thumbs Up” review of the movie and the book.

 

Unforgettable

 

This memory is lava hot,

it mingles, lava slow,

in all my thoughts,

in all my mind.

 

It is a crumble, peat, dark,

peat rich, no single whole,

but bits of all.

I cannot grasp it entire.

 

It fills me,

it is full of me,

full with my dread imaginings,

full with my discarded dreams,

so full…

 

It burns, it sears,

a red haze in my every gaze,

a scarlet shackle on each heartbeat.

 

I accept the impotence of atonement.

 

My long-ago childish deed cannot be undone,

that indulgence in excitement

   and attention and novelty

      and vengeance and purest love.

 

Unbidden, I saw an act I didn’t understand,

two lovers, I cherished them,

their coupling had no inner meaning for me,

yet showed they had more love for each other

   than each for me…

 

Later, a twisted crime he did not—could not—commit,

yet I accused—“I saw him”—I lied,

to hurt him and to keep her, apart, for me.

That lie broke them.

At that moment, the words tasted brave

   and older than my years.

The taste became gall.

Later, I was to know that I killed them.

My life has been my penance.

 

Now I understand what I could not see

   and could not then feel.

Now I feel their horror that I invented

   in place of their happiness.

Now I endure the unhappiness

   they could not escape,

the terror born of a child’s simple plan

   in a child’s heart.

 

…I keep those false words—“I saw him”—

spoken in righteous innocence,

in unknowable ignorance,

in unremembered pleasure…

 

I did not know I was trading my portion of happiness

   for a memory that I keep

      in a hole in my heart.

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Movie review. Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.

 

Good Will Hunting, a movie about love (review)

Robin Williams nails it…

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My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems with 53 free verse and haiku poems,
and the rest of my poetry books are for sale on Amazon (paperback and Kindle)
and free in Kindle Unlimited, search Amazon for “Richard Carl Subber”

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