Ellie belfiglio

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


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Ellie belfiglio


… The greatest dreamer am I;

With visions that never die.

A candle on heart is there,

With a light caught in her wear!

… All boundaries not known;

No care to take along, they’re blown.

Moving on towards tomorrow,

With her poems about sorrow.

… With words that run,

To lead her to what is gone.

Where only the dreamers are found;

And poets are around.

… And what is around her-

Has a beauty, her own’s flair.

Her eyes constantly shone-

To others must be shown!

… The greatest dreamer am I;

Being lost among why!

My mind is covered with cloud!

What others are not allowed!! …




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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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