Ellie belfiglio

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

“MOONLIGHT MONOTONE”

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Ellie belfiglio

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… Ivory moon… visible rays, yet

Flick’ rings of pearl light the ocean’s far waves.

… Black – cloaked swells… first stooping, then swooping-

Explode on the shore into gray fairy- groupings.

… The beach is a dim- darkened, shadow- swept study

Of dampening shades… from ecru to ebony.

… Sea- weighted wind’s cool brush- to touch, smell

Of sand, pockmarked with meringue- shine shells.

… Far – softened study in absence of color!! …

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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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