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


There will be no more

Getting out of bed to explore.

What is bed if you never sleep

Just making it up each morning in a heap!

Where is the gray skies above my head?

So rosy were the words when they were said!

Tore me apart those words, sleepless, so much pain!

Walking back and forth, becoming insane!

Where is the pain that comes to ache my heart?

Where are the tears filled my eyes from start?

Did my soul rise from deep inside?

How shall I go to take my rest with this pride?

My soul has only one demand

Not to think of me in this land

And bury me on mountaintop not in the sand!! …




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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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