My poem “Surprise at Dusk” was published on Feb 07 2022 in the Literary Review “Rudderless Mariner Poetry”. Many thanks to the dear editors. Read it at:
https://www.rudderlessmarinerpoetry.com/blogpoetrysubmission/surprise-at-dusk-by-edilson-a-ferreira
On the Watercolor “A Voice from the Cliffs”, 1883, by Winslow Homer.
Three young women standing on a hillside,
no doubt fisher girls at a break in their daily tasks,
spellbound and transfixed by the call of a skylark,
strain and ethereal sound that descends
from its hovering flight.
Fascinated and worried, they certainly think
on people’s ancient beliefs that some bird’s songs
foreshadow a bad omen, or at least, warn us
for dangers in the future.
Painted scene by Homer, in his summer season
at the fishing community in Cullercoats, England.
But now we know that these well-shown concerns
did not materialize.
Winter and tempests which followed did not weaken
the vigor and healthy yearnings of so industrious
and happy that community.
An example for all of us, not worry on winters
and tempests, that will, undoubtedly, be frightening us,
by upcoming days and scenes of our lives.
Published in The Ekphrastic Review, June 22th 2022
My poem “The Day of our Victory” is published today in the Indian Literary Journal “Active Muse”, its Shishir (Winter) 2021 Poems. Many thanks to the dear editor Shashi Kadapa.
http://www.activemuse.org/2021_Collections/Shishir_2021/Poems/Edilson_Afonso_Ferreira.html
My poem “Seasons on Fire” was published in the Ekphrastic Review, on January 11 2022. Many thanks to the dear editor Lorette C. Luzajic.
https://www.ekphrastic.net/ekphrastic-journal/seasons-on-fire-by-edilson-afonso-ferreira
Today I see my friend’s house,
who passed away three months ago,
and then I glimpsed a sad fact,
poignant and painful, the message that remained,
at the top of the four corners of his house,
where he lived with spouse and three daughters.
Steel spikes left pointing to the sky,
born from the hope of the columns that would ascend
to the second, maybe even a third floor,
sheltering future grandchildren, great-grandchildren,
all of them shielding his marks, his beliefs,
his wants and desires, his heritage to the posterity.
His daughters are not married yet, and,
probably, will not start a family.
I hope he will come to understand that,
although his house did not reach greater heights,
neither saw nor heard from grandchildren,
the life he lived on its ground floor had been
happy and fruitful, better than the all of us.
He died at age 84, and I miss him terribly.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
My poem “Fears and Feelings” is published today, December 1st 2021, in the London Literary Journal The Lake. Many thanks to the dear editor Mr. John Murphy.
My poem “Friends, Land and Flowers” has been published in the printed issue Fall 2021 of the Literary Review West Ward Quarterly. Many thanks to the dear editor Shirley Anne Leonard.
My poem “Night” was published on November 14 in the Literary Journal Rudderless Mariner. Thank you to its dear editors. Read and enjoy at:
https://www.rudderlessmarinerpoetry.com/blogpoetrysubmission/night-by-edilson-afonso-ferreira
My poem “A Christ very little remembered” has been published in the Indian Literary Journal PPP Ezine Poetry Poetics Pleasure, Volume 5, Issue 11, November 2021. Many thanks to the dear editor Rajnish Mishra. Read and enjoy at
http://www.poetrypoeticspleasureezine.wordpress.com
I have been told that a judge must have the right,
if not the obligation,
of only to manifest in the process file.
I intend to bring to us, the poets, a similar role,
that people come to us just by reading our poems,
not for any other sense or reason,
absorbing its lyrics, even its empty spaces,
its exclamation points and questions.
May they forgive us when, many times, the vernacular fails,
and we translate our feelings into poorly exposed traits,
leaving light footprints to be deciphered and followed.
We lift very high our soul, and only in our craft, daily poetizing,
we dare on going from the easy and light to the solemn,
to the deep and imposing truth that holds and subdues all of us:
the beauty, power and seduction of our common human race.
Even though someone might call us narcissists.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
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