Many times, in the day to day, we came across

surprising and unpredictable events,

that leave us breathless and speechless.

Some sad, unwanted and hurtful ones, 

which we cannot understand its origins or reasons,

carried out by family, friends, even by ourselves.                                                             

We must also remember those, likewise unexpected,

that had brought happiness, joy and well-being,      

which, without better judgment, we accounted

as if had been natural and fully deserved ones.  

Indeed, in the harvest we do every day,

we are used to abundance, sometimes to scarcity,  

healthy fruits alongside some sick ones.

We should always take into account

that have not been only we who have planted

what we are now reaping.   

It had been sowed by parents and grandparents,

also by everyone who preceded us. 

Really, it is the heritage we must honor,

interdependent as we are, in our common,

beloved, sometimes so suffering human race.

(Published in Poetry Poetics Pleasure, October 2021 issue)

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On “Daisy Chain on rue de Rivoli”, photo, 1978, by Robert Doisneau.

Human life is full of adventures,

from which, many times, we cannot deviate.

On the contrary, if we face them,

with body and spirit combined,

they bring us achievements, often rewards.

These children see this street crossing

as so great a feat and a boldness,

although it may be, perhaps, simple

and ordinary one school excursion.

With terrific insight the photographer

recorded this scene,

an example to be followed by us,

who became adults in this world.

May we hold hands, hearts too, to smooth

and relieve the burdens we carry all days!

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When, suddenly, I notice the largeness of the horizons,

and all beauty they unceasingly frame our world.

When, tender and dreamlike resting tonight,

I always see her face before asleep.

When I enjoy full air all the day long,

missing it when she approaches me.

Then, I think, this means I must be in love.

But with whom, I have no doubt that

nor to the walls should I reveal.

This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©

Sitting by the road’s edge, I watch life go by.

I see men, women, old and young people,

companions on our journey, the pilgrimage

we have embarked on, since forgotten ages.

They carry in their faces their realities and, beyond,

I try to imagine what really lead them to move on,

but cannot be seen: their well-kept secrets and desires,

their high esteem, their own motto, their ego.

They are striving to be individuals,

rather than simply one more.

Sometimes I see even myself,

mixed in the crowd, perhaps a little lost,

but firmly believing to be on the walk too.

I feel we are all connected in an invisible web

and hope we will reach, each at their own time,

that promised and dreamed land,

where happiness dwells, milk and honey spill,

and evil never finds shelter.

Published in Red Wolf Journal, March 21, 2020

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This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©

Sometimes a well-intentioned soul calls up,

or even comes to me personally,

claiming to have found, in improper and improbable place,

references or things that certainly belonged to me.

I answer I do not need them, I do not miss that,

keep them where they were found.

They are pieces of myself that I had to leave

by the paths I have travelled in my life,

penalties imposed by my fellow ones,

by sudden, irrepressible and irrefutable passions,

born in a simple, loving and thoughtless heart.

Pieces that prove I did not refuse not even a little

of the portion I must share in my human condition:

I lived, suffered, loved; left my journey well marked.

Published in Red Wolf Journal, March 18, 2020.

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