Ellie belfiglio

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


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So amazed! a lily clings to the shear,

Looking out over horse tailed surf, slide the cliff!

Driven by the wind, the light drizzle.

Watching the clouds race by, a young woman’s face.

Her weary eyes, droplets sooth as rivulet of tears,

In reddened eyes, find their source!


… A lonely place, this always was.

A place when a young woman could care;

By the wilderness of nature, to sit surrounded-

To dream of future lies beyond the horizon,

Of what might have been to dream!!…

… She left instinctively that absent friend-

A place where she felt wasn’t really gone!

Soaring with clouds, forever spirits.

Surf and bejeweled an intrinsic part of wind;

Dewdrops on the harsh spines of the Mar-ram grass!! …





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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