Summer 2011
Table of Contents - Vol. VII, No. 2
Poetry Fiction Translations Reviews
Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.
Somewhere My Ideal Poet
Somewhere
a traveler gets lost
in a
crowd.
Somewhere
an abandoned path surrenders
to thistles
and thickets.
Somewhere
a dandelion
breaks into
a million
sad wishes.
Somewhere
words float in a cup
of cold
coffee.
Somewhere
a vein
explodes
in the eye
of a tired artist.
Somewhere
my ideal poet
eats
his last
piece.
Subtle(ties)
This much I know, how a river
behaves around hard objects – one
sees it
in the way it flows –its malleability
with rocks, their quiet resolve around the bend
& weeping willows that
live on the nutrients of a kiss.
Figures of speech, like human touch, vary
according to intensity &
reach
What I mean is we all can touch
but, the heart is either out for a
walk
Or a dip in a bone-dry river.
© Emeniano Acain Somoza, Jr.