Ellie belfiglio

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




… Time, dawn…

Sun releases drips of morning dew.

It enhances all the wonders, only for few.

My mind’s eyes glances;

Then take a peek for thinking.

It blinks, knowing that it’s never been caught.

Searching for essence inspiring my thoughts to chime.

Rising again to see the wonder of dawn!


… Caresses in its gaze are by eyelashes ready to trap…

And hesitations in it never fail to turn time back.

Memories of forever make a sight to see;

A platitude of preeminence of probability!

I find what I looked for, the essence…

Whose presence is sublime!

I rise again to meet the dawn of time!! …





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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