Ellie belfiglio

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

“THE TRAP”

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… He’s gone, yet his essence lingers.

To his absence, senses are altered in airs.

A damp earthy sweat from rumpled emerges;

When our passion died, the shroud that held our rages.

… I erase the evidence from out trysting place,

But to no avail I can erase.

Tapestry hairs and lints reveal;

Woven with love and lust still!

… From all visible encounters, the trap is clean;

Now and forever of what have been.

But how do I clean my heart serene?? …

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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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