Ellie belfiglio

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


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A drop of water in an isle

Finds its way to vast ocean.

Lost in its past days!

Passed in our eternal past.

The past that not for long last;

Just like no one ever known,

Where the thunder comes and lighting.

We think of our tomorrows with dread,

Questionable and unknown!


Like looking at a giant tree,

Standing tall, rooted deep.

In the midst of stormy womb,

So eternal has been the tree.

On the solid ground,

We forget the past!

But we dare not trust tomorrow,

Since we don’t know its wrath!

The best is now that we share,

While knowing nothing of it!! …




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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