Ellie belfiglio

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


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… When I stumble into oblivion mist

And slip into a dreamy beast

I always see HER, this apparition there!

Is she a Goddess or an angels with her wear?

… Ah, in HER paradise I don’t exist

Though SHE marches into mine like a beast!

This impregnable fortress divide me

From this GODDESS, or angel of divine, roaming free!

… SHE turns away, not knowing my kind

And leaves HER heartache behind.

Beneath HER feet, my love is like dust!

Can I ease my tormented mind with this high cost?

… I’ll be hovering in HER shadows of years

Waiting patiently for HER call with tears.

I can destroy this impregnable fortress!

I can tear down every wall come my way, while in high stress!! …






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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