Ah! If I only could
Quench this wild flame;
This fiery craving for hate and blame;
The endless dismay of coulds and woulds,
That in total disillusionment takes my breath…
Ah! If I only could
See the endless remorse face to face!
Know some happiness but more disgrace!
In recesses of my memory and woulds-
Were etched in this world, in this place!
Ah! If I only could
To come to peace with dismay,
Anger, forsaking of tortured soul’s betray!
All renditions, examining, all coulds,
With such consistence I’ve pursed life of gray!
Ah! If I only could
To wash trepidation, all of them away!
Rivers that gushes of should and woulds;
And face all coulds that would stay.
Ah! if I only could!! …
Ellie
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 