Ellie belfiglio

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




You, the broken raft without a sail,

You, sleepy eyes, so open,

You, the leaves, the grass, the tree,

I would listen to all of you when you move with breeze.

You, so agonized, the fall,

Your falling leaves caress the earth.

You, the lost youth, ah my pain,

Not long ago you were a bliss!

You, the sun of my youth, the sky,

You, the freedom, flying to cloud!

Now I am like a desert,

Bewildered by my pain.

But tonight, all distances frighten me!

You, the silent sky, the moving cloud,

You, the rest of my dream!

You, my night, my nightmares!! …




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!"

3 thoughts on ““MY NIGHTS”

  1. really love your visuals with complementing words.

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