… AS the wind caresses my face,
AS the gentle whispers in a sacred place,
AS the never-ending sea stays around,
As it rolls softly upon the ground…
… AT TIMES, sands appear light years away!
AT TIMES, untold stories have so much to say.
AT TIMES, with all memories of yesterday;
AT TIMES, to be fresh and alive, forever stay…
… SO HAPPY, a child’s laughter fill the sir.
SO HAPPY, knowing no pain, having no care!
SO HAPPY, to be with you with no woe.
SO HAPPY, bring me back my childhood of years ago…
… TO HEAR the sea and its thrills.
TO HEAR how I ran over the hills.
TO HEAR how constant was my past!
TO HEAR how childhood was a blast…
… AT TIMES, there is no guarantee of seeing the shore.
AT TIMES, the sound of sea comes to my ears and roar!
AT TIMES, this is life, we can stay or soar!! …
Ellie
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I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship.
As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again.
"THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!"
My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon.
As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country.
My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft.
"THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!"
"THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"
December 15, 2015 at 10:48 pm
Wonderful poetry.
December 16, 2015 at 11:35 am
🙂
June 25, 2016 at 1:19 pm
Reblogged this on Ellie Belfiglio.