Ellie belfiglio

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


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In a gloomy forest, there is a wild iris.

Unsteady petals shiver of spring kiss.

Tall trees bow to pray.

Heavy branches mingle and sway.

From leaves, drip the last night’s flood.

Earth is covered with an unsightly mud!

The darkness falls rapidly as sunset.

The hazy ambiguity is a blanket of net.

The red, orange, dying sun glimmers through a chink.

The frágil, pale rays glitter like a link…


Nature is in control of domain.

Creatures of the forest feel the pain.

The empathic moment raises as blaze.

Birds, flowers and trees fall into a daze!

… warblers fly to the top of an oak.

They leisurely caress and stroke.

There they see the cheering stars in the sky.

Overwhelmed and high with bliss, they cry!! …




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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