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



… As the darkness settles and everyone asleep,

A wind may softly blow your mind, making you jump to your feet.

You know she’s never faraway, but no one by your side,

Although you like to tell someone, you hide it all inside.

… You find yourself beside a window, yet gazing into space,

You realize another presence and turn to meet her face.

She smiles at you and softly says, “I guess it is just the heat.

“But you have a long day tomorrow, so try to get some sleep.”

… You now phase back to reality, and your madness blows away,

You think about how short the night, and how long the day,

Yet outside your window, it seems another world.

A your girl waits there for your embrace, receiving not a word.

… She’ll always be there waiting to hear the thoughts you keep…

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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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