Ellie belfiglio

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




Oh, desolate shell!

Alas, I am free of you.

The molted skin of what I used to be-

Has plummeted toward unknown depths.

____ My soul is now

___ The volcano that was erupted;

___ And became my soul…

… Spewing crimson debris outward,

As it rages…

___ There is no blood or anger,

___ Only love and ambition…

… It explodes, I explode.

Now anything and everything I touch-

Is almost reformed or refined…

… And what is not reformed or refined-

Is beyond the spectacular borders-

Of my grief’s control,

And remains within-

Brilliant confines of-

Yours!! …



The pictures are from bing.com…


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!"

3 thoughts on ““REFORMED, REFINED”

  1. wow – they are precious words and meaning!

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