Ellie belfiglio

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




… Many, many were my dreams,

when I was young with gleams.

Many, many were the day,

when I borded and went away.

I sailed on the boats of foes-

into far off land that overflows.

I steered my tiny shift,

in a dream land that lift.

Every mountain in my view-

dell and cliff I knew…

… What a pleasant life in those dreams!

Mine was a world of bliss and beams.

Now I cherish those dreams, I do,

the ideal world of a girl, so true…


… I hitched a ride to a star,

and forgot about my scar.

Reaching for the distant moon;

Would I get there soon?

When it was within my grasp,

like a bubble, it burst my dreams’ lapse…

… Oh, what if I were still a child;

How happy I would be and wild.

Everything would be smooth,

And comfort my inner root!! …




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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