Ellie belfiglio

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

“NOTHING TO WEAR”

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Ellie belfiglio

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… Where do we go from here?

We have nothing to wear.

Since we undressed our mind

Yet feeling to us still bind.

Out of clouds’ hurt

Hindering the unity of birth!

Within hope of reunion on earth!

… Our love was from our heart

But my intellect said of plight!

If questioned this form of art

Which entangled itself in my heart!

The shelf of dust and rust

Was the fault of lust.

Within our love’s nest

That has settled like rest

Hovering overhead as best!! ...
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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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