Poetry by Edilson A Ferreira

And the Wind Came

Showing that did not come for love,

did not know how to be gentle and affectionate.

It came for lust and voluptuousness, not the breath

of a lover, but the madness of the impassioned.

Did not learn to be breeze, was born this way,

snorting and showing its claws,

without notice or warning.

Knocking at the doors and all of a sudden

forcing the windows,

like one river which comes out of its bed

and flood lands around.

Did not waste time making swirls or pranks,

its shot was direct and accurate, without pause or rest,

like shameless male, clothes off and in open air,

covering, without modesty or prudence,

his chosen female.

Has warned not to scrimp its desire,

not turning into a hurricane.

 

No More

No more guys and girls happily driving

open-air convertible cars on weekends

free of seat belts tethering their bodies,

sweet winds swaying, fighting and playing

with their loose hairs.

No more

children walking on the streets to school,

carrying their notebooks in their arms,

not in backpacks and not on buses.

No more

bicycling around only by pleasure,

without protective helmets and gloves.

No more

family sitting on the front porch after dinner,

sharing the latest neighborhood news.

No more

walking in the fields under the moonlight.

No more

fresh milk bottles delivered at house, but

milk boxes at immense supermarkets, with

sleepless cameras furtively watching over us.

No more

letters, no business letters, no love letters,

only e-mails to be lost in the cyber space.

No more

people greeting each other, even without

knowing themselves.

No more

parents and all sons and daughters together

going out at night, also together to the church

all Sunday mornings, and, every night, sleeping

at home at the same time.

 

No More first published in Indiana Voice Journal, February 2017.

 

 

Unplanned Feelings

The world did not know, nor did we,

until today, of our kinship,

soul mates by birth, although unknown

to each other, so long separated by fate.

Our eyes betraying us, shining by an announced

and foreshadowed sin, our hearts beating loudly,

strange emotion reddening our faces.

We know it is presage of love,

Lord of all of us humans.

Presage also for unhappy days of sorrow,

for a man must not betray an old friend

and a woman must honor her husband.

Story that recalls old prohibited affairs

suddenly reborn in unsuspected parties

to incautious people like me and you,

quite unable to hide their feelings,

letting go so late lit a flame.

 

 

 

Unplanned Feelings first published in Red Wolf Journal, March 11, 2017.

Edilson A Ferreira

A Brazilian poet, Edilson A Ferreira, 74, writes in English rather than Portuguese. Largely published in international and selected literary journals in print and online, he began his literary life at age 67, after his retirement as a graduate employee at a bank. Ferreira lives in a small town (Formiga – MG), with wife, three sons, and a granddaughter. His first Poetry Book, “Lonely Sailor” (one hundred poems), is scheduled for publication in 2018. He was nominated for The Pushcart Prize in 2016.

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