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


There it comes morning.

I found myself mourning.

For one, whom I care for,

Had drifted so far and more.

Is it possible our past we could retrace?

So incredible was when we met!

Do you remember how we looked at sunset?


Walked for hours, never was enough!

When our talking ended, it was so rough!

Now so faraway, I never thought;

That I miss you, you, I sought.

I remember so many things we shared.

Do you remember how you cared?

Do your remember the love in your eyes?

I never understood our sighs!


Why I had to leaves, to say bye?

Do you remember the tears in our eye?

We were so much alike, yet at the same time,

I never thought I lose you and be sublime.

This should not have happened, you were my dear.

But I lost you, my fault, and came here.

Now we…

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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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