Ellie belfiglio

When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…


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Blue are the color I wanted for your eye.

Yet your eyes are colorless, I don’t know why?

Your eyes tell me so little of your mystery;

So little of what I yearn to know about you and me.

I’ve known your colorless eyes’ mood.

I can’t judge what I can’t see and is nude.

Can you tell me what your eyes tell?

Are they in pain or joy, or well?

Perhaps they have pain, so visible.

Suffering comes to mind, your eyes, sensible.

I have a way to discover and share;

And that is to become your eyes’ tear!

Eyes that have wandered.

Eyes that have strayed.

Those eyes of yours, colorless not blue;

As if their tear made of dew…




Author: elliebelfiglio

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!"

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