Ellie belfiglio

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



Ellie belfiglio


… I’ll ask you a riddle

I’ll read you a rhyme

Time is always a gift

But a thief is time…

… This morning I was given

A bright new day

But yesterday or tomorrow

Stole it away…


… I had sorrow yesterday

But I took time to grieve

And I dread not to know

What tomorrow I see…

… The sun has fallen

To a faraway shore

But today’s hope and promise

Won’t come anymore…


… If tomorrow comes

I pray to the God

Lest these same clever robbers

Don’t steal it away!! …




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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!"

3 thoughts on ““A QUESTION OF TIME”

  1. Beautiful Ellie.

    That’s why
    I live
    In the moment
    So that
    Time stays still
    And let my
    Imagination fly

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