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


Tonight the moon is red,

The color of the dress I wore in my dread.

I dreamt last night of snow,

Like old days that had glow.

Schools were closed for the sting.

My mother and I did sing.

We walked in the snow;

Holding each other’s hand and flow.

We were laughing, don’t know why!

I was the child, she was my eye!

We talked about nothing real.

She was laughing, her hard life she did deal.

We tried not to fall, but we did;

And rolled and rolled, not getting rid-

Of our laughter! We had fun, we surely did!

… Then a sound awakened me from sleep;

I went to the day I wore red dress, red and deep.

I was walking somewhere unknown.

No one could see me, I was alone.

I became a without body soul.

Sounds that filled my ears were dull.

Never heard…

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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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