Ellie belfiglio

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

“MOTIONLESS”

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Suspended between earth and sky,

Motion itself motionless,

The dancer’s impudence in the face of gravity.

Insults the Deity who pouts in his chamber.

What has he do with this wild thing,

Suspended between the earth and sky,

Motion itself, motionless,

As music’s sensuous string?

Unconscious of the stars and Deities,

The dancer pirouettes,

Or churns up dust beneath her feet,

To the beat of native drums,

As natural to her as body heat.

The dancer is the spirits’ astronaut.

Flightless, the flies, wingless heiress-

With me at her side weightless with joy!! …

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EB

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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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