Just like Theatrical Seasons
By Edilson Ferreira
There is a world waiting for its turn 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 plenipotentiary
of the author of the play, so that each speech,
each act, mainly unwanted and unexpected,
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,
at its due and exact time.
And the author, in his forced retreat,
his decaffeinated coffee and non-alcoholic beer,
a cloistered five o’clock tea,
a sad and lonely heart.
Edilson Ferreira, 81, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. Has launched two Poetry books, ‘Lonely Sailor’ and ‘Joie de Vivre’; has 320 different publications, in international Literary Journals. Has, also, been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. He began writing at the age 67 after retirement from a bank. He is always updating his works at www.edilsonmeloferreira.com