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


I hear a sound, it’s the train.

It roars through hills, valleys, and plane.

It gives me back the misplaced memories, the old;

Lost in dream of past, what have I sold?

The gray hair of mother is in my mind.

Father’s face wasn’t shrinking when I left him behind.

The unrelenting time seems like a game.

The playing here and there has cost my name.

Being apart, I am called brave.

My inside uproar makes me slave.

I gaze at the pictures, take a glance.

Reminiscence has flown away, I give up chance.

First baby, then a child, now I’m mid-age.

I remember when warmth was in the page.

It will come a day that I lose hope.

When mom and dad die, how will I cope?

The tears of missing ooze.

Imagining not to hear the news.

The sky in the sea was blue.

Green was spring color…

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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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