Ellie belfiglio

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

“VOICELESS MOUTH”

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silent-night

Night and silent fiction

Full and gloomy with abstraction

Miles and miles and forever alive

Sombre and thick, always thrive!

The growing man, the aging woman

The weary life, minds full of plan

Big empty roads with frost

Sunset that fades, dawn we can’t trust!

Dusk-and-Dawn-018

Sky so eternal, but sometime full of offense

Showing aging woman noting but suspense.

Youth had flamed like a wild thing

It had bloomed like a rose of spring.

The wasted youth, its harsh blow!

Now I hum, I hum with fright

With voiceless mouth in this dusky night!! …

Landscape-Sunset

Ellie

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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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