Ellie belfiglio

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


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Me, being far from home, lonely and apart

I am forgotten in eyes, like life dies in heart!

Me, being heavy-hearted of thoughts with my closed lips

Night sings me of its mysteries, I sing of my grips!

When night sings with sound so low

Its words awakens my old woe!

When I respect every hidden sorrow

Memories of home ruins my tomorrow!

Sitting in cold, but hot I am in grief.

Try to connect the gone days with no relief!

All bones of my body ache and miss.

Nature’s creation speaks to me of bliss!

I close my eyes to see the only remaining wave

Next to roaring, sad sea that rave!

I want to be on the other side of this big sea!

If I was at home, if I was free!! …




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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