Ellie belfiglio

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

“PURPLE STONE”

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Where do you go when skies are gray?

Where do you hide on a rainy day?

Are you deep inside when there is no pain?

On a lonely night, where do you remain?

Do thoughts spin round your head?

Is there a place to hide from dread?

To freedom, I keep the key!

Scent of love I smell and see.

For just an instant, if I could wait;

Dreams locate my mind of late.

I will tell you where I hide,

If you tell me where you abide!

Is it beneath the purple stone-

Of my mind’s prison, the unknown!! …

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Ellie

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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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