
Crashing waves;
My getaway raves;
Deep blue sea;
Green seaweed looks like a tree!
My world of underground,
Holding treasures around.
As I walk on the sand,
Feeling to escape, but I stand.
Pulling at my legs, the wave.
Wants to play, but I am not brave.
In my thoughts the tides roll,
As I stand with my soul.
The currents shift,
To the bottom, me, they lift,
To a dark pool of hope.
I don’t see tomorrow, I am on a rope!! …

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 7, 2018 at 1:09 pm
Awesome poetry, Ellie and such deep and poignant words so well composed. Lovely and apt pictures
October 8, 2018 at 12:22 am
Thank you for your comment.
October 8, 2018 at 6:51 am
Welcome.
October 9, 2018 at 12:13 am
So powerful Ellie!
October 9, 2018 at 12:43 am
Thank you.
October 9, 2018 at 1:18 am
You’re most welcome 🙂