Ellie belfiglio

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




Time for dancers/ and all romancers/ time for oblivion drive/ and the reality of strive/ time for courage, our whole life drive/ by mirrors’ reflection, forever alive…

Never a glimpse of romance/ growing dimmer the dance/ romancers float high/ blissfully floating by/ are descending from their place/ way high and misplace/ as the clock inside/ each of us decide/ winds down to eye level before they collide…
Each clock is different/ and some winds are sent/ but sometimes the key is lost/ for a moment of lust/ totally helpless forever/ of human endeavor/ now I have said/ about all who are afraid/what lead us to say/ of the fateful day/ when dancers- romancers float through/ the sky away, away for you…

Living with memories and things/ that are past facing slings/ reality of how long will last/ what a mistake, not blast/ we mix reality with our ultimate fate/ isn’t it too late?? …


Dancers, romancers, we despise/ with tubes and pumps/ that hopefully may get us over the humps/ when if we only knew that so few/ of us seem to comprehend a true/ ideal that no one/ has told us with fun/ exactly the end/ to all dancers- romancers send/ and this is the reason friend…

We may float away/ but none can tell us his dismay/ that we all really die/ mystery is with us, don’t know why/ as long as we live/ who can say to believe? / May never be known/ so accept the great unknown/ don’t even try/ or ask why?? . float-away




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!"

4 thoughts on ““GREAT UNKNOWN”

  1. The flowing poetic
    interweaving with
    the quantum mechanic
    within the relativity
    of this existence

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