… A cry, a moan, I hear out yonder.
The plea of my soul, cold out wonder.
If I’ll be there, I shout with thunder;
But where is she, my despair in slumber…
… Rumbling, shoring out under!
A fight of weakness, to be free and wonder.
If I’ll be there, I shout with thunder;
But she is gone, I despair in wonder...
… Hearing a voice, her child is out yonder;
It is for her to stay out asunder.
If I’ll be there, I shout out thunder.
Where is she? I muse and ponder.
… Voice returns, I can’t fathom yonder.
It is a voice of a child screaming thunder!
A voice of pain, grief, wonder-
That chills my soul, beats my heart asunder!
… God, tell me why women suffer yonder?
It is not from greed, blindness, but thunder!! ...
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!"
Ellie belfiglio 
January 25, 2017 at 1:11 pm
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