Ellie belfiglio

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


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The birth happened, something I had not known.

I had little desires, so little, I was so alone!

But now I think of how I was afraid-

On those houses of horror and dread!

I know now those houses are destroyed for so long;

They took my desires of youth along!

I know now the walls were not for climb;

They stopped women to write their rhyme!

All the colors, lives, sighs, even tide,

Stopped me to be me, they took side!

The woman, my mom who gave me birth,

Told me how ACCIDENTALLY I came to earth!


Do flowers return to my space?

Would they find me in my youthful face?

Could I desire again in this place?

Why did my mother bring me ACCIDENTALLY to this place!! …






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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