Ellie belfiglio

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

“EVENING IN MONASTERY GARDEN”

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… softly whispers the gentle evening breeze.

Silently the noon has crept away.

On the elm branches doves fold their silver

Wings, as monks they droop their

Heads to pray.

… Beneath the twilight lilac glow.

The angelus bell peels soft and low,

The Virgin prayer at parting day,

When friars chant their ave.

… A crescent moon behind the hill,

With inner calm I stand alone,

To breathe this holy solitude

Where peace had found a home!! …

Night04

ELLIE

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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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