Ellie belfiglio

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




To a wounded tree, I lean.

The roots in their holes, stay serene.

The hole has sorrow for the wounded tree.

The dead branches look at sky to see;

But their eyes are blinded and numb!

I lean to wounded tree to calm!

Oh, morning of sleepless night.

I dream to wake up with your light;

Not in a coffin filled with water,

Where I expect to see my mother!

I need rest, sleep, oh sleep!

The water flows, oh so deep!

How soothing to ears this sound of bliss;

The flowing water in coffin of kiss!

Pebbles fill it for me in this abyss.

I gather my bones, put them among-

The pebbles, so they stay strong.

Leaving the coffin, not physical me,

It is my spirit, not my entity!

My clothes stay in the water behind.

They were dirty of overusing and other kind.

The water now has washed them clean.

Now my spirit is on solid earth, green!

Next to the wounded tree, I lean.

Pretending I am alive, I feel free.

Acting as I living, I sit by my tree.

Like the creatures of earth, I pray to the rays of sun.

Oh, the clean water, you’re the only one.

Inside my veins, now you flow,

While my bones rotted at bottom row.

I know now you water my wounded tree.

I no more can deny my pain and dree.

I, no more am of this world of living.

My hands no more writes of leaving.

I, no more am of this world of living!! …




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!"

12 thoughts on ““WOUNDED TREE”

  1. I loved this poem. Artwork and meaningful words shared. A outstanding poem.

  2. Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
    Amazing poetry and artwork by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy her work.

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