Joe Somoza saw that I was publishing Glen Sorestad a couple of weeks ago and consequently sent me a few poems to enrich my geezer collection.(No offense as I too am a geezer.) I haven't met Joe, that I recall, though we may have published him in the Rag. I seem to have heard his name in our eclectic poetry community, I am happy to have this work to share with you.
Poignant, perspicacious, and peripatetic, let Joe's poems amuse and awake your inner poet.
Look at that white butterfly.
Flit, flit among the leaves—
and it’s gone!
Like the Holy Ghost.
Like last week.
I’m still here,
floating among all this,
which is really just
atoms and space.
The bunch of doves beneath
the seed feeder suddenly
spook and flit away in a chorus of
“oh, my gods!” in bird language—
What else can I do?
Having no handle nor PhD
I keep being amused, though,
by what passes
in front of me—
what must be my life.
* * * *
After A Recent Look Back At O’Hara
You can only be jubilant and boyish
for so long! For how long?
For as long as you’re alive and walking
on Fifth Avenue, or sitting here
by the tree, watching the birds feed
on their seed, watching the small, shovel-leaves
pop out of the tree tips, since it’s March
quickly turning to April.
Quickly turning to April, I asked her,
“how has it been these past 60 years or so
since we were young in New Jersey?”
But she turned away. “You haven’t
thought about me in all that time
and I’m old now. See what you’d done?”
I couldn’t help it. Time got away from me.
At my desk, or my lawn-table turned desk,
I look up at the clouds that are
still there, familiar companions,
and I hear the morning traffic, as
always, rush by.
* * * *
After Reading Robert Creeley
Nothing is as neat
as the words try
to make you say.
They would love it
as syntax, but you—
where in there
would there be room
(as the words
would love to say)—
you have to stand
up to that,
but with what?
what but words
do you have
* * * *
In Joe’s words:
I retired from teaching English at NMSU 22 years ago to have more time for writing and living. I've published 10 books and chapbooks of poetry over the years, most recently As Far As I Know (Cinco Puntos Press, 2015). I live in Las Cruces with wife Jill, a painter.
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