Ellie belfiglio

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


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Ellie belfiglio

mad_men___betty___by_adonihs-d3b1rtc… My thoughts constantly wander!

They never seem asunder.

Like the dreams we built around,

Are now someone else’s found.

… My thoughts constantly stray.

Doubtful of this present way;

So much tension, so weak!

No more laughter, as if I am sick!

… My thoughts constantly are wild.

Not a day goes by that someone by my side.

That is not the way it used to be.

May be I am blind and can’t see…

… My thoughts constantly endure.

Like they always seem to conjure.

Not any answer, things so blue;

Not even a little clue!! …




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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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