Reposting my poem “Silent Witnesses”.

Silent Witnesses

It is common our disputes about this and that.

Really, almost daily, we are at opposite sides.

Friends say we are not well-settled a couple,

and such misjudgment, I know, hurts us equally.

In the deeps of night, standing awake in bed,

I look at you asleep and feel all my friends’ error.

Who would bear testimony of us, I ask myself.

Walls and roofs by sure know our inmost life

but they do not speak, are invalid witnesses.

I ask them if just to me would they say of us.  

They say of our confronts, furies, rough words

and revilements but also remember hugs and

hot kisses. Likewise, they remember listening       

some words like it is cold out, dear, wear your

coat or don’t be late, darling; some little things

only beloved ones are capable of.

They say we are at hard and arduous a battle,   

 pursuing, although scarce, a bit of true love.  

They also say to keep the route and fear nothing.

Tiles and bricks indeed they are, but perceive,

unlike our best friends, the very plot of the play.

(Written Sep 16, 2012)

Reposting my poem “Life, Seasons, and Desires”.

Life, Seasons, and Desires

Let me tell you a secret.

Secrets are made to, at the right and appropriate time,

be revealed and exposed.

They twist and squirm, get tired of the imprisonment imposed

and ask, if not demand, their freedom.

I am a conservative man, averse to change.

I would like to live my whole life in the same house,

same friends, same loves;

would have my children and their children should be equally ours,

growing, assembling and sharing rooms and lives around,

indifferent to some strange customs of those

who do not love or even like each other. 

We would be like a pack of wolves always together,

that have never learned to segregate,

and know no other world but theirs.

I like the sun that does not change

and it is the same every day,  

heating and never forgetting us.

I cannot understand the moon, its four phases and four faces,

that makes us fall in love with its brightness and then,

plays hide-and-seek, feminine and elusive wants and appearances.

I would like to have an extended spring without summer,

a fall without winter, succulent fruits the whole year,

packed with gentle rains and tender winds.

My hair could be white, but full and thick,

not meager and thin; my desire active and predatory,

voracious and powerful, facing my last season

with that child’s own haughtiness, still shaped

as a certain book says, in the image and likeness

of our Creator’s strength.

(Written on 2018-10-06)

Sharing a new publication of mine

Sharing with friends my poem “I cannot wait any longer”, published on June 1st, 2026, in the Indian Literary Journal “The Wise Owl”. Many thanks to the dear editor, Dr. Rachna Singh.

I cannot wait any longer

I am in a hurry to wander by,

to love and praise world’s beauties,

before, all at once, they cease to be.

I must love mainly the sad ones,

who were not loved

not by lack of lovers,

but by lack of love.

So proud of my desire,

I will praise those wild

and lost in hidden waterfalls,  

after untrodden ways.

I will break my heavy chains

and soon start my journey,

avoiding some chronic sadness

and the trampling of the ways

I will pass by.

https://www.thewiseowl.art

Sharing a new publication of mine

Sharing with friends my five poems: ‘On a Current Theatrical Season’, ‘Hidden in the Depths of Time’, ‘A Recurring Dream’, ‘Rebirth’, and ‘Cherished Desires’, published on April 30th in the English literary journal ‘Lothlorien Poetry Journal’. Many thanks to the dear editor, Strider Mark Jones.

https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2026/04/five-poems-by-edilson-afonso-ferreira.html