Ellie belfiglio

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




… Among the obscure gloom

You called me back to your womb.

There was silence and the breeze

Moved the curtains with ease.

I saw in the dull sky

One star was passing by

One star was burning

And one star was returning.


… I called you, I called you…

All my life

Like a sharp knife

Was within me with strife.

Moon’s white stare

Reflected the window from air…


… There, all night

Within my heart with fright

From hopelessness someone with rage

Breathed heavily among foliage!

Someone would call.

Someone would want me all…

There all night

From branches so black at site

Sadness would call!


A hopeless someone would crawl

It is me that she would call…

Mom says: “my little Ellie

Soared with the wind to be free.

A wind that took her away!

A wind that forever made my sky gray!” !! …






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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