Sharing with friends my poem “Confessional”, published today, August 13th, 2026, in the American Literary Journal “Feed the Holy”. Many thanks to the dear editor, Ms. Barbara Leonhard.
https://feedthehol.blogspot.com/2026/08/confessional-by-edilson-ferreira.html
Sharing with friends my poem “Nocturnal Refugees”. today, August 12 2026, published in the American Literary Review “The Ekphrastic Review”. Many thanks to the dear editor Lorette C. Luzajic.
Sharing with friends my poem “Longing” , just published in the August 2026 issue of the Indian Literary Journal “The Wise Owl”. Many thanks to the dear editor Dr. Rachna Singh.
“Deuteronomy 32-20 – Then He said,
I will hide My face from them,
I will see what their end will be;
For they are a perverse generation,
Sons in whom is no faithfulness”
God, with all due respect, and, too,
with great candor and loyalty, we come
seeking a dialogue, if such a thing is possible.
You are surely aware of the misdirection
that has defined our lives since the test
You have imposed upon us.
We have been lost, like that sheep strayed
from the rest of the flock,
or like those old sailing ships
left to the mercy of the winds.
We have never had even that natural gift of birds,
who know from birth their journeys and returns
in each season of their lives.
Unable to follow a safe and steady course,
whether on the paths of earth
or on those of the mind and soul.
You know we cannot ever find the way back,
looking for the dawn of time and creation.
We believe it is time You remind us, renewing
some love and care we believe a Creator
is indebted to his creature.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
I do not recognize myself in certain night of sleep,
when I am visited by unexpected nightmares,
tragic, ill-fated visions, coming from who knows where,
planted by who knows whom.
I intend, or rather, I firmly classify them
as alien to me, to my person, and to my very being,
for I grant them no harbor, thought, or desire,
during any hour or minute I spend awake,
in a full and grateful life of endless rejoicing.
They are home invaders lacking the courage
to appear in the light of day.
I wish competence and success to the psychologists,
psychiatrists, and doctors who may be called upon
by my fellow ones who happen to be afflicted
by such dark, nocturnal occurrences.
I rise in the morning, say my daily prayers,
shake off body and soul, throw away the bad memory,
and exorcise it, let it to return to where it was created,
it was never welcome here.
Then, I dare to adopt the words transcribed
in Luke 23:34 of the New Testament:
“Father, forgive them, for they do not know
what they are doing”
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
Sharing my poem “Stumbling, Pitfalls, and Spells” today, July 10th, 2026, published in the Canadian Literary Journal “IExile”. Many thanks to the dear editors.
Sharing my poem “A Forgotten Christ” with friends, today, July 10th, 2026, published in the Canadian Literary Journal “IExile”. Many thanks to the dear editors.
Sharing my poem “Fears, Feelings, and Desires”, today, June 24th, 2026, published in the American Literary Journal “Poem Alone”. Many thanks to the dear editor, Colin Dardis.
https://poemalone.blogspot.com/2026/06/edilson-afonso-ferreira-fears-feelings.html
I dare to write this new version of my old text,
renewing the promise that the pure passions
that ignited me along the journey I traveled,
have not be forgotten.
Paths that witnessed a troubled life, some joys
and good vibes, but many suffering days,
that often made me fearful, never stagnant,
never discouraged.
Life that the Creator breathed into me, through
the breaths of two souls who met and became one,
giving birth to that love that shines and surpasses,
reaching close to the sacred and the sacrosanct.
Life that I labored hard and harsh, not letting
the sacred flame granted to me be extinguished,
which I pass on, justifying and warming
the generations to come.
It is my will and desire we will forever sanctifying
that breath of life granted to us in that divine week
of creation, that holy sixth day of the human birth,
also sanctify that seventh day of the Sabbath.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
Secrets from a Current Theatrical Season
There is a world waiting for its time to happen.
It waits, attentive to the counterpoint marker,
its turn to enter the scene.
Eyes open, anonymous among the spectators,
an envoy, an emissary, and a plenipotentiary
of the author of the play, so that each speech,
each act, mainly unkind and wicked ones,
do not become lost.
The author, at home and even more anonymous,
did not want to witness the event, surely regretful
and disconsolate of the rawness at times
he could not avoid in the unfolding of the plot.
And so different worlds overlap on the stage,
at its due and exact time.
The author, yet aware he portrayed real life,
in his forced retreat,
his decaffeinated coffee and non-alcoholic beer,
a cloistered five o’clock tea,
a sad and lonely heart.
(Written on March 28th, 2025)
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