You came to my life,
like a whisper of wind.
Not really with an end;
and seemingly it will ascend…
You blew across my face,
a touch of coolness that pleased.
Then no concept was there,
to savor you with dare.
Momentous air as breeze,
with heat of desert to seize.
I left your kisses on that sand;
and the journeys we made on that land.
Now your warm air flows,
over this body of mine.
Preparing my place,
aunty with grace.
When the tempest is finally known,
It’ll bring a blessed calm to me.
My wind, I will remember you;
and know your wondrous balm is true!! …
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!"
October 5, 2018 at 11:53 am
Brilliant!! The detail in this is amazing 😊
October 6, 2018 at 12:54 am
Thank you for your comment.