Ellie belfiglio

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

“BIRD, NO MORE”

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… A black bird flying against the dark sky.

Soaring over the shadows of trees.

Flying free into the whistling wind.

Not a care in the word, FREE…

… The man on the ground aim his gun-

at the black bird’s head.

BANG!!

… He fires. He fires another;

then still another…

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… The once free bird falls to the cold-

winter ground bleeding. His small-

fragile heart slowly beating slower;

until it beats no more…

…The cruel man laughs and walks.

Away not realizing the giant-

gun of GOD is point at his head!! …

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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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