Ellie belfiglio

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


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Among the walls of the room

Gasping for air in gloom

I sigh, then take a glance

To the chapter of my life in dance!

Being chained, I want to be free.

When I am free, I disagree!

My confusion is above and beyond.

This is the mood of a vagabond.


Before the sun dominates, I look at the lawn

To see the change, the age, the dawn!

Soon the rays will set afire!

Tears of clouds are what I desire.

Trees move to north and west.

They, like me, don’t know the worst and best.

The soothing breeze is free.

It’s ambiguity is like me!! …




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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