Thursday, November 12, 2015

It’s my move--By Richard Carl Subber--United States

It’s my move

Swing, my arms. Whirl me.

Touch my world, fingers. Make me feel.

Run, my legs. Move me.
     Take me somewhere.

See, my eyes. Yearn, my heart.
     Tempt me. Test me. Snare me.
          Make me content.

Then, turn, my feet. Take me home,
     but take a new road.

Richard Carl Subber (Rick) is a freelance editor, a writing coach and a historian. He’s a former newspaper reporter/editor who transferred his love of the right words to more satisfying expressions. His poems have been published in the Australia Times Poetry Magazine and elsewhere. Rick is a proud grandpa who is teaching his granddaughter to write, in case there is poetry in her future. His blog is,


  1. beautiful poem keep up the good work best wishesangelee

  2. Thanks, angelee.
    your haiku last month was memorable: "...the breakfast cereal sounds of autumn..."
    wish I'd said that!

  3. Replies
    1. Ndaba, many thanks for the encouragement. I respect your willingness to tackle the very challenging short forms of poetry, such as your recent "I Like Her Style"

  4. Loved this! Don't know if I'd be using an agreeable word, but this sizzled me! The things I want to say to so many!

  5. Thanks, sheikha, if you're sizzled, I'm sizzled! Take every chance you get to say the things you want to say