Ellie belfiglio

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




… I am not a player, love is the game.

Mix with rain, my lonely tears!

Feeling so old, yet I am so young!

Lightening dies, mourns by thunder!

… Around me, only closed doors!

In the rhythm of rain, heartbeats are lost!

Lead the way, extinguished candles!

Brighter thunder, louder lightening mix!


… Reflects on images, my special self!

Gentle souls burn by cool rain

Amid screams, lonely heart dies.

Sound initiated, light created- both die!

… From the ashes, a phoenix rises

To the sky, the rain falls upward.

I no longer need it- being love.

The lightening and thunder intertwined, live forever!! …





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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