Ellie belfiglio

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


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Ellie belfiglio

The Friday gathering was and is a custom that we ( my siblings, their spouses, and children) had to gather at my parents home every Friday. Now that I am not there, they still have the “FRIDAY GATHERING” without me…


How is it when I laugh so guilty I feel?

For a moment laughter of others hard to deal!

I remember the sound and my eyes mist.

How can I accept the absence, this beast?

Silence of this tranquility, this fiction

Agony of conjuring up this contradiction!

… FRIDAYS, I never knew it would be this way

Without FRIDAYS’ crowd, endless sadness, lonely, away, away…


… Wherever I look

Wild flowers, smell of autumn air, sound of water in brook

Flowing over the rocks, the mournful sound of love

Things small or big, noticed or unnoticed, below or above.

Such humility, such poignancy parting brings

How defenseless! How the misery…

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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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