Along the Trails of Life

All the troubles I went through,

the bumps and collisions I faced,

the occasional, the unintended,

also, those I myself caused

by my own will.

All friendship I made and enjoyed,

that made lighter the burden of life,

all smiles, well remembered good times.  

Also, there were those whom once I thought friends,

and, in bitter, crucial and doubtful hour,

who dodged and joined enemies,

unfortunately, always on duty.

Love I gallantly declared,

and have been reciprocated,

passions I am proud of, which lit up my face,

body, soul and my entire being.

Likewise, there were affections

and desires of mine, left unrequited

or unwelcome, perhaps misunderstood.

For those, I leave no grudge or hurt,

susceptible they can be due to how extreme

our human diversity is.

As Tolstoy writes in Anna Karenina, “if there are

as many heads as there are ways of thinking,  

there are as many types of love as there are hearts”.

I have been going through and over this labyrinth,

and, today, I reach maturity in body and soul.

I leave behind affections and disaffections,

chants and disenchantments, all of this watered

by laughter and crying, sweat and tears.

Published in West Ward Quarterly, summer 2024 printed issue

Published in Fevers of the Mind, July 14 2024

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Published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Jan 24, 2025

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

Talking to the Lord

Maybe because I prefer to be his pupil forever,

sometimes I don’t find myself having thoughts of my own

nor do I adventure to live in a new world,

different of this one you have always given us.

This is a world that enchants and leaves us comfortable,

and, with exceptions we always deplore,  

once we follow what we were taught,

we have had happy times,

bright dawns and superb afternoons.

Not that we are tired, dissatisfied or incredulous,

with the roadmap you have given us since long ago.  

Would it be ill-advised to ask you to touch the hearts

and minds of some of our fellow ones, those adverse

to the good coexistence and human fraternity?

Those who seem to take pleasure in transgressing

and circumventing the laws you and we have enacted?

You know they are always postponing and making unfeasible

the path we have tried to follow, which will lead us, one day,

to the land you promised, where flow abundantly honey

and milk, and evil never finds shelter.

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

Recurring Dreams, left along the Way

We have passed through stumbles, pitfalls

and spells, almost daily,

which remain in the past, some of them

even into oblivion.

But really, we still do not know from where

and how, in its due time,

we have achieved strength to overcome

and to go ahead.

We know, or at least, believe,

that in our own power this could not be accomplished

without the contribution of a supernatural 

and transcendent Power

that we are not able to understand or qualify.

We got used to attributing these experiences  

to luck or fortuity, or even some

supposed but unknown merit of our own 

that we cannot firmly expect to continue.

This is the fate of us humans, fragile beings

who live in faith and hope of the expected miracle

which will lead us to the redemption of our race:

     The discovery of that once promised land,

      where milk and honey flow in abundance

      and evil never finds shelter.  

(Published in West Ward Quarterly, Fall 2024 issue)

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

We are All Fiction

We are jealous of our lives, our desires,

and accomplishments, always gilding and beautifying 

our performance, in order to become well seen,

well referenced, in our journey through this world.

Being careful, we act to reserve at least one page

in the book to be written of the history

of the time we have lived.

We strive, we sacrifice, to set the tone

of a certain and plausible reality, that could impact

on some we choose to love, among those  

in the inevitable transmutations of our daily lives.  

Let us be aware, however, that our world

in truth is not as real as it appears.

We have been, each one of us, acting our fiction,

that we have chosen since we became a being.

As one philosopher once wrote, this world

nothing more has been but our Creator’s dream,    

where He sowed us as His creatures, whom,

in truth, has never ceased to love.

Let us strive, who knows, with a superhuman force,

to rise beyond the dream, arriving, at least

a little closer to one Reality, which we dare to perceive,

but never able to grasp with our own hands.

Published in West Ward Quarterly, Winter 2024

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Published in Lothlorien Poetry Journal, March 10 2024

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