Ellie belfiglio

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


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… The sun shone down on the unyielding dome.

People went about in their usual way,

Not thinking twice about the safety  of their home.

The thought of death far from their minds that day.

… Then the earth erupted in a shattering instant.

Nobody had time to wonder what had occurred.

Not one knew about the plane, so high, so distant.

It was too late, the burning city was obscured!

… By the searing dust, smoke and rubble.

All was left were graveyards of steel and brick.

The few survivors gathered together to huddle.

Their memories of that day for ever stick.

… That day is a memory of the past.

The memory of a belligerent time, over at last!!!…





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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