Ellie belfiglio

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


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You came into my life,

Like a whisper of the wind.

Not really with an end;

And seemingly it will ascend…

… You blew across my face-

A touch of coolness in that place.

Then no concept was there-

To savor you…

… Momentous air as a breeze-

With heat of desert to seize.

I felt your kisses on the sand;

And the journeys of your hand…

… Now your warm air flows,

Over this body of mine, it glows!

Preparing my place,

A unity with grace…

… When the tempest finally known,

I’ll bring a blessed calm to me alone!

My wind, I will remember you;

And know your wondrous balm is true!! …




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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