Ellie belfiglio

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




… Oh, in the wind, to build castle of sand

Through trackless time, invisible footprints stand

But they vanish before our eyes.

In our mind, they never die…

… We weave our thoughts with gossamer threads

Then pick daisies when warm sunshine spreads!

Sometimes we dream yesterday’s dream

To savor wine of tomorrow, sweet yet extreme…


… Are daydreams reality of tomorrow?

Does reality of today’s simple dream swell?

Is either reality or necessary… created?

Are they truly, in a way fascinated?

… To our souls’ realistic prison, don’t look

Or to whatever open mind’s outlook

Without restraining fetter’s stray

Enjoying color of life’s prism everyday…

… Get rid of your shackles, earthbound

Let closed eyes open to see things around.

Wander around the world’s many wonders

Come now, yes, journey with me in thunders!! …






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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