Ellie belfiglio

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


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“GARDENER”

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Love like a hidden blossom stands;

Shelters in the cage of heart and commands;

A sensitive gardener to care;

Waters the roots, cleans the air-

Before the hurtful insects change-

The beautiful blooms to strange.

Make home inside the roots vicious ants;

never mind the tenderness of poor plants.

Be my gardener, water my root.

Juicy and healthy I’ll be as a fruit.

Blossom opens, love flourishes.

No regret remains after all the wishes…

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– Ellie –

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“DARK CLOUD’S BREATH”

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Tears and laughter tire me;

And people who cry, laugh with glee;

And everything which may happen as surprise;

And farmers who plant or get up at sunrise!

I am weary of hours, days, and abyss;

And all the scattered buds never see the bliss.

I am tired of ambition, power, and charm;

And everything else without alarm.

When I exhale, my breath becomes a dark cloud.

It stands like stone wall, forgets the crowd.

Should one’s breath be what mine is,

I can’t find friend to give me ease…

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– Ellie –

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“NIGHT”

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Night, a dark night, harmonious and shy;

Sings over old branches of trees with sigh.

I am thoughtful when night warns storm and rain.

And it is night in the world, when I am in pain.

And I am thoughtful again, what if rain pours everywhere!

If it throws the world like a boat in water so rare.

When it comes obscurity, the dark night-

I think again what will be for us the morning light?

If the morning’s life peak from mountain’s bed!

If the morning covers its face from storm’s dread…

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“PRISON CAGE”

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Do I rest among flowers and stars,

Or in a big square?

Where my first memory of growing up

Is buried!

Each night, instead of stars and moon

The words that storm has scattered

Fly out in my imaginary soul.

The moonlight gives light to the words

But the words are in a prison cage!

Calm never finds them in living!

They never been released from prison cage!! …

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“AMONG THE CAGED”

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… So much can be seen in just one glance.

So much to be seen-

should he give you the chance.

… A man of wisdom, strength, courage-

thoughtful and caring;

though easily discouraged.

… He’s a friendly soul;

a man you can trust.

But he is paying his toll, his feeling, not discussed.

… My eyes see a man destined to achieve,

“great power and wealth…”

But his eyes reflect a man, deceived…

One who’s trapped within himself.

… A victim of society- though, but not faceless in crowd.

Embracing life with such propriety-

he’s compassionate, yet proud.

… His heart reveals feeling, expression-end in ways,

not easily gauged.

But his eyes are those of a bird, extinct.

Doomed forever… among the caged!! …

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“IT’S YOU AND IT’S ME AND IT’S YOU”

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Division is knocking, subtly

pounding

division’s resounding

I’m torn apart!

It’s you and it’s you and

it’s me and it’s you…

Everything, everything

swept into a twisting and mixing and

speeding distraction…

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Don’t rationalize, it’s you and it’s you

in my head

in my bed

in my everything…

I can’t get away from your face in my head

in my brain

in my bed

in my head

you are there…

I’m insane, don’t you care?

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