Fernando Moura
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Giant
I slept throughout the morning The sun was yellow bright Through the panes it shone And shadows shaped the blinds. I think it was a dream The black bird I had seen the shadow that it cast upon my plain-white… Continue reading
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The String
there is a string that holds my heart upwhen i sleep when i walk, when i thinkwhen i laughi see the world as itit isand the colors ofof everyperipheralsightis just subterfugelike a liethat imposes itselfon melike a lieim not a… Continue reading
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Cursor
Like a blinking light,The cursor beats itsWay through every lineI writeEvery stanza Every line, and the Feet of every poemI write, the cursor Beats, waiting forMy next line. Its there rightNow, 1,2,3,4,5 likeThe pulse of this poem. It always waits… Continue reading
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I Hope
I hope we get some rainFlowers need to growIts simple for us toI know I’ve seen them grow.In New York we seeFlowers in their bloomSpoiled that is to say -We’ve only see them grown.I hope I see one growthFrom a… Continue reading
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Plainfield, Vermont
The trembling acres on those grounds Were fit with trees as tall and tall And swaying high from left to right As far as I could see, they were. They lined the trails of whitest snow That covered plains and… Continue reading
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Where the wind goes
Wind blows away goesAway goes away wherever The wind goes. Yesterday, my day blasé blank stare from my countenance Towards the wind and the rainAnd the mobs of people In the street in the car then in thePseudo friendly cavalier… Continue reading
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The plant
It’s the first day that I’m waiting For my plant to grow. The third times a charm, I told my plant as I grew impatient, “I’ll replant You” I have said. Once, I buried the pit of a mango I… Continue reading
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Ten am
Today I woke up, theSun’s light fought its way Through the blinds, not suspectingThat it would make its Way.I was in mid-dream, I turned mid-dream,“She is now elusive” I said of a friend from myChildhood, are The words that woke… Continue reading
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From the Moon
The sphere That becomes the sun, well Not becomes the sun. It looks Blue. From afar, that’s what we used Thousands of years ago to guide Our journeys; it looked like A light to us from here.… Continue reading
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Wind, Sky
Sometimes,Clear skies make watery eyes. An allergic flare,Curiously brought on by Winds and Northerly climatesThat a swarm of birds forecast. It’s the beginning of fall. The briskAir feels like cold dew. Clear sky? don’tCry. Can’t you see my eyes Passerby?Tell… Continue reading
