Ellie belfiglio

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




… A gentle rain comes with steely meshed fingers.

Softly fleeting for mother earth…

… A gentle rain comes and brings with it-

The silent church!

The singing of a lullaby as it peppers-

Briskly upon a roof!


… Rain comes gently and brings-

Dreams for dreamers,

Belief for unbelievers!

… A gentle rain comes and-

Makes a child into a woman,

The woman into a child…


… A gentle rain comes with steely meshed fingers!

Fleeting softly for mother earth!

… A gentle rain comes to wash dirt from air;

To replenish the soul for the oncoming life,

That is lived for the moment now!! …






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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