Ellie belfiglio

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


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Softly fluttering the pale breeze!

Passing through the branches of trees.

Laughingly a shortcut I took,

As the leaves danced when I look.

The curled leaves lovingly around!

Flowers fluttered on the ground!

An old man was walking home!

Wearing a hat on his shiny dome…


Pale breeze sweeping by,

And blew his hat into sky.

Abruptly a little breeze-

Heard the old man’s pleas:

“Quiet, stop your blues;

“Hear the breeze, see how it ooze!”

Old man was covered with a sheet of rain,

Thunder, lightening, he went insane!

"Stop your play pale breeze!
"Time to go home and be at ease!" !! ...

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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