there is more…     Wall   The wall stands high, it has nowhere to go, it heeds no future, and it will not speak the past,   its dirty stones are mute, they’re strong, but they merely make the wall, each alone is naught,   the wall entire is a simple part    of a simple world       that blocks my path, and flaunts the other ways    that make a turn to left or right,   each an adventure, more imagining, a few steps    to futures in the beyond.   January 1, 2024 *   *   *   *&nb ..read more

she fills my horizons     in moto perpetuo   Surrounded. By a baby. She is in motion, she is energy, all energies. Does she move fast enough to fill all the space? It seems true…   I follow her, she scampers on and around, she fills my horizons, I am surrounded.   I surrender, she has taken me alive. Life is good.   May 26, 2012 *   *   *   *   *   * My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.   Book review: To Serve Them All My Days by R. F. Delderfield A beloved teacher,    ..read more

soul talking…     Book review: Heart of Darkness Joseph Conrad (1857-1924) Edinburgh, Scotland: William Blackwood and Sons, 1902   Recently I re-read Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness. It’s short, quite readable, and sombre, of course. You may think you know the story because you saw Apocalypse Now. The book is more exploratory. It has more of humanity in it. The protagonist Marlowe (picture Mickey Rourke in a Panama hat) dives pretty deep into the abyss of human nature… Give the book a shot if you’re not looking for light reading. *   *   *   *&nbs ..read more

Pluck me, I quiver…     zéphyr   More than breeze, I hear you in receiving trees. A little air you pluck    on topmost, bending, leafy lyre. Your music scuttles to some other ear, a variant tone, I hear my own, it stills. Pluck me, I quiver, one more harmony… Sing me, lifting, I sing you, I flutter, just a little…    assez…   June 29, 1995 Bethany Beach, DE *   *   *   *   *   * My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.   Play review: A Doll’s House Henrik Ibsen’s classic o ..read more

try more listening….     “And the tongue is a fire…” James 3:6, KJV   So many good ways to mean this, and so many terrible meanings. *   *   *   *   *   * Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.   An Anthology of the New England Poets (book review) Almost 35 poets, spanning 340 years, with rich bios… click here – 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 ..read more

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 *   *   * &n ..read more

…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 mo ..read more

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 ..read more

no voice too small…     “The prayer of the humble pierces the clouds…” Book of Sirach, 35:17   Expect miracles.   *   *   *   *   *   * Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2024 All rights reserved.   The “dime novels” in the Civil War Think “blood-and-thunder”… click here – 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” *   * &nbs ..read more

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 ..read more