Every Day A Poem E-Book

Carlos Eduardo Mariolani

• Herausgeber: Clube de Autores
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 219

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2026

Beschreibung

Every Day a Poem is an invitation to slow down, breathe deeply, and rediscover the poetry hidden in everyday life. Each poem in this collection opens a small window into moments of presence—people who move us, dawns that soften us, flowers that unfold toward the light, and the quiet pulse of nature that reconnects us to ourselves. Designed as a daily companion, this book can be opened at random, explored intuitively, or read one poem per day to infuse the year with beauty, reflection, and inspiration. Its pages offer gentle reminders of delicacy, spirituality, universal love, and the simple wonders that often go unnoticed. Whether you seek calm, emotional elevation, or a renewed sense of connection to the world around you, Every Day a Poem brings you moments of clarity and inner peace. It is a guide for those who wish to live more attentively and fill their days with meaning, beauty, and quiet joy.

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Every Day a Poem

Carlos Eduardo Mariolani

Every Day a Poem

© 2025 Carlos Eduardo Mariolani

Cover by Carlos Eduardo Mariolani

I dedicate this book to my beloved wife, Luciana, whose presence, love, and spirit are my greatest source of inspiration.

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001 – January 128

002 – January 229

003 – January 330

004 – January 431

005 – January 532

006 – January 633

007 – January 734

008 – January 835

009 – January 936

010 – January 1037

011 – January 1138

012 – January 1239

013 – January 1340

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015 – January 1542

016 – January 1643

017 – January 1744

018 – January 1845

019 – January 1946

020 – January 2047

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022 – January 2249

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042 – February 1169

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049 – February 1876

050 – February 1977

051 – February 2078

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059 – February 2886

060 – March 187

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062 – March 389

063 – March 490

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070 – March 1197

071 – March 1298

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074 – March 15101

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078 – March 19105

079 – March 20106

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091 – April 1118

092 – April 2119

093 – April 3120

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100 – April 10127

101 – April 11128

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104 – April 14131

105 – April 15132

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110 – April 20137

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121 – May 1148

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223 – August 11250

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245 – September 2272

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253 – September 10280

254 – September 11281

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257 – September 14284

258 – September 15285

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264 – September 21291

265 – September 22292

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283 – October 10310

284 – October 11311

285 – October 12312

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287 – October 14314

288 – October 15315

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305 – November 1332

306 – November 2333

307 – November 3334

308 – November 4335

309 – November 5336

310 – November 6337

311 – November 7338

312 – November 8339

313 – November 9340

314 – November 10341

315 – November 11342

316 – November 12343

317 – November 13344

318 – November 14345

319 – November 15346

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322 – November 18349

323 – November 19350

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325 – November 21352

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335 – December 1362

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338 – December 4365

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Presentation

Every Day a Poem was born from my immersion in Luciana de Lima Barreto’s poetry—especially during the tender, attentive work of translating her poems into English. As I lived with her images, rhythms, and themes, new poems of my own began to bloom in response. This collection gathers the pieces that arose from that dialogue of hearts and languages, a year-long practice of listening to her voice and discovering my own reflections within it. Its purpose is to awaken emotion and invite you to see the world through a poetic lens—through the presence of people, the quiet of dawn, the unfolding of flowers, the breath of nature. I hope these poems offer moments of elevation, delicacy, gentleness, spirituality, universal love, beauty, and simplicity. You may use this book as a companion to your days: print a page, open it at random, or let your digital reader guide you to a poem and trust the gentle coincidences offered by the Greater Source of Life. You can even read one poem each day, filling the year with beauty, reflection, and inspiration. I wish you love, peace, and deep happiness.

Carlos Mariolani

001 – January 1

On a trembling wing, a bright body rises,

its colors splintering through the damp light—

sun pooled in the curve of each feather,

the air itself a shimmer of becoming.

I follow its flight through the hush of branches,

the rhythm of lift and drift, a pulse of grace.

Each turn hums with weightless promise,

each stillness leaves my breath suspended.

Yet I remain, my feet pressed to soil,

eyes caught in its widening orbit—

freedom glinting just beyond reach,

a ripple I touch only in longing.

The sun unthreads gold across the river’s skin,

buds loosen their hush toward bloom,

and even the shadowed earth trembles—

some quiet thing beginning to rise.

002 – January 2

A child sleeps soft beneath winter’s hush,

dreaming of a tree bright with tiny stars—

lights flickering like fireflies caught

in the branches’ still embrace.

Morning brings wide-eyed wonder:

a simple gift held close,

warmth blooming in the small space

between arms and heart.

Years stretch forward like limbs of a growing oak,

dreams branching into places once unseen—

yet the early glow remains,

an inner light steady as first snow on pine.

And through all the shifting seasons,

those quiet moments endure—

a tender echo reminding us

that wonder, once kindled, keeps finding its way home.

003 – January 3

Love begins as a small pulse

on the edge of evening,

where stars lean close to listen

and dusk opens its trembling page.

Gratitude moves like a moth

through the first warmth of day—

its brief wings trace the air,

leaving a spark that hums in the heart.

In the hush between bare branches,

love lingers—low, steady, alive—

a balm stitched through the dark,

a truth waiting under the frost.

Blooms break open across the fields,

each petal holding sunlight’s breath.

Even the thorns gleam in that light—

reminding us what endures.

004 – January 4

Winter settles over the field,

a wide hush where breath turns to silver

and a single tear cools on the cheek—

a small mirror of the frozen earth.

In the distance, wind threads through empty streets,

carrying voices worn thin by hunger and loss,

their tremor rising like smoke

from chimneys that have gone dark.

Yet even here, a faint ember glows—

the warmth of a shared coat,

a door opened against the cold,

hands offering what little they have.

And as the night stretches long,

a quiet hope stirs beneath the snow,

a promise that human warmth can travel far—

guiding us toward one another,

a light growing simply because we choose to tend it.

005 – January 5

A bloom lifts its face to the sun,

petals flushed with the heat of becoming.

Shadows fold back into soil

as spring loosens its green thread.

Each unfolding tells a story—

light held in tender skin,

a quiet pulse that steadies the heart,

guiding it toward what has no edge.

Dreams drift on the restless wind,

truth ripens under the slow moon,

fragrant as dusk,

bright as the first breath of dawn.

Through mist that clings to waking fields,

a blade of light parts the horizon.

I rise with the turning earth,

heart open to the widening sky.

006 – January 6

On nights when the moon hangs low and bright,

its silver pull settles something in me—

a quiet tether across the dark,

steady as breath on cold air.

Morning comes with a softer touch,

light edging over the windowsill,

lifting me toward what waits ahead

like wings unfolding after rain.

By the stream, sunlight scatters on moving water,

a shimmer that stills the mind—

here, worry loosens its grip,

and the heart begins to open its hidden rooms.

Each step along the path feels new,

a green shoot breaking through soil,

small but certain—

proof that even in solitude,

renewal rises from the earth itself.

007 – January 7

I lean into the hush of dawn,

listening for the world’s first pulse—

birdsong stitched to wind and water,

a rhythm steady enough to mend the tired.

Light spills across the horizon,

each ray a warm thread through the chest.

Love rises with that widening glow,

a song carried forward by air.

When night folds the sky in ash and gold,

the moon lifts its silver flame.

Dreams drift along quiet fields,

roots listening beneath the dark.

Carry the fire with an open hand.

Let kindness scatter like seed in wind.

Even in shadow, the earth remembers—

we are the breath it keeps.

008 – January 8

A brother’s bond can feel like a trail

cut through the woods—steady underfoot,

even when the wind shakes the branches

or the path bends out of sight.

Some days we walk side by side;

other days, a single word

is enough to bridge the distance—

a familiar warmth rising like sun on cold stone.

In quiet moments, the connection deepens,

not loud or grand, but sure—

like roots sharing water beneath the soil,

each of us strengthened by the other’s reach.

And through whatever weather comes,

we keep moving forward—

hands ready, hearts tuned

to the simple truth that we rise best together.

009 – January 9

In the garden’s hush, petals turn to light,

their colors drifting through the cool air.

Morning lifts its pale blue veil,

and hearts steady in the first warmth.

Among the leaves, small voices blend—

wind, wingbeat, the hum of beginning.

We stand together, rooted and aware,

a green pulse threading through the day.

Seasons shift; branches learn to bend.

The soil remembers every touch.

In each bud, a quiet promise waits,

fragile, certain, alive in the dark.

Hands in the earth find the rhythm of care,

guiding what blooms, what fades away.

Light spills again across the open field—

love moving through everything it touches.

010 – January 10

Morning edges over the horizon,

its first light thinning the last of night—

a quiet reminder that warmth returns,

even after the longest dark.

In this pale gold hush,

something within begins to rise,

soft as new leaves opening

after a hard winter.

We move toward the day with steadier steps,

carrying what we’ve shed,

letting the breeze clear the rest—

a small renewal humming beneath the ribs.

And as the sun climbs,

its glow settles into us,

a bright, living ember

guiding us toward whatever comes next.

011 – January 11

Imagination lifts like wings in open air,

carrying us toward landscapes yet unseen.

Dreams chart their paths through shifting skies,

where healing drifts like rain across the fields.

One day we may arrive with steady hearts,

to build a dwelling rooted in the quiet earth—

walls woven from the threads of care,

a hearth where every soul finds rest.

Above, the stars etch stories into night,

their light a compass guiding us through dark.

Together we move, bright strands in a web,

our voices rising where all boundaries fade.

012 – January 12

A tender bloom lifts in the morning air,

its small wings flickering like sunlight on water—

a brief flare of joy drifting through the day,

touching the world with its quiet shimmer.

Its song travels softly on warm currents,

a reminder of how fleeting beauty moves—

here for a moment, brushing our skin,

inviting us to savor the hours that open before us.

When evening folds the sky in amber,

the blossom leans into shadowed rest,

yet some part of it keeps reaching—

a faint pulse rising toward distant light,

seeking a path through the darkened field

to where the unseen still glows.

013 – January 13

A blossom drifts along the quiet stream,

its petals lit like small flames on water.

The current hums of time and turning,

of what is carried, what is kept.

Beneath the surface, roots remember rain,

the patience of stone, the slow pulse of soil.

Wind gathers voices from the fields,

reminding us we are never alone.

Through shadow and shimmer, the heart looks up,

drawn past the rim of what it knows.

Even in ash, an ember breathes—

a warmth that waits for air.

Love rises unseen, a green insistence,

threading through silence, through light.

Each breath a weaving of loss and bloom,

each moment a letting go.

014 – January 14

In the quiet lift of language,

fields unfold—grasses leaning

into one another like travelers

sharing the same small wind.

Nothing is fixed; even the light

slips between us, warm then fading,

a reminder that moments drift

the way seeds scatter from a split pod.

Inside each pause, something gathers—

a truth soft as water pooling

under a stone, waiting to be seen,

steady as breath rising into sky.

And when the lines finally open,

they rise like birds startled into flight,

turning the day’s simple gleam

into something that outlives the page.

015 – January 15

From distant peaks, a spill of light descends,

settling soft as dawn on breathing stone.

The air reshapes itself around the glow—

a river finding passage through its own.

In quiet fields, tenderness takes root,

lifting the weight from weathered sky.

A stillness hums beneath the heart,

where loss and mercy intertwine.

The pond reflects what will not stay—

each ripple folding into peace.

Through mirrored depths, the body learns

to trust the wind, to drift, release.

016 – January 16

From an unseen spring, the world opens—

rivers threading light through stone,

fields lifting their soft, green cadence

into the day’s first warmth.

We answer with our own rough making,

hands shaping what we can of wonder,

our efforts small as pebbles

set gently in a widening stream.

Even when doubt gathers like stormclouds,

we search for brightness—stars surfacing

through the dark, steady as breath

after a long-held ache.

What we carry is fragile but bright:

a promise to keep mending the world

the way new shoots press through frost—

quiet, persistent, reaching for warmth.

017 – January 17

The tongue grows quiet, yet silence hums—

a garden awake with unspoken songs.

Jasmine threads through the darkening air,

its scent a memory learning to breathe.

In stillness, a clearing opens wide;

wind scatters thought like seeds to the field.

Each breath drifts out, a soft release,

the mind unmoored, the body stilled.

From shadow’s edge, a low light stirs,

woven of starlight, woven of night.

Hands move gently through what cannot hold,

shaping what silence sets free.

The horizon blurs, yet something calls—

a shimmer the heart keeps leaning toward.

No hours remain, only widening sky,

a tide that folds us into its calm.

018 – January 18

A fire-bright bloom lifts at the edge of dawn,

petals warming the sky with quiet flame.

Its light spills gently over sleeping fields,

loosening the last threads of night.

Dreams wake in the hush that follows—

dew catching color like scattered glass,

shadows thinning to soft outlines

as the day gathers its breath.

From soil that once held only stillness,

a seed stirs, taking the hint of heat,

pushing a green blade through the dark

toward whatever brightness waits.

So we rise, too—drawn by a steady glow,

hoping the light that finds the hills

can spark a purpose in us,

guiding our steps into the widening day.

019 – January 19

From mountain peaks, a hush of light pours down,

revealing paths that twist beyond our sight.

A pulse within begins to climb and spark—

the ache to rise, to open, to take flight.

With open hands, we move through winding ways,

where love unfurls like green beneath the sun.

The past dissolves in salt along the shore;