Ellie belfiglio

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

“TO SEAL”

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rain-puddle

How you can laugh, and careless do

While rain and rain still falls

And falls, in falling through

This life, in supplication calls

To you, in leaving left me blind

To stumble in each darkened day

This pain and and pride my spirit blind

Like wolves in wilderness they bay

But all this was my own device

A chain that I have welded thight

And you to stay could not entice

Though try I did with fire and fight

And now I fall so, with the rain

That gathers puddles in the street

That drowns the world, my pallid bane

And seems to seal my death complete!! …

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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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