Ellie belfiglio

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




I’ve suppressed feelings to brace.

I’ve apprehended grieving in my face.

I’ve had lack of knowledge to deem!

I’ve had conflict in my life to dream.

I’ve had quarrel in quest of fun.

My first love once showed me the sun!

He accidentally once touch my hand.

I came to my knees with that caress of hand!


It was just once, I was so pale.

I didn’t know anything about male or female.

After that I was exposed to dread;

And to spiritual perplexity ahead.

I’d had unruly time and despair.

In my life’s interruption and affair!

I’ve not learned to bond or to use-

Threatening existence became my blues!

I’ve had no control on anything, all was feud!

Aversion has become my life style and mood!! …




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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