Ellie belfiglio

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

“IF I WERE THE MOON”

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THE UNPREDICTABLE

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Those Italian blue eyes pierced me,

As he was drinking the juice of my mouth;

Whispering that we were made for each other;

Yet, suddenly, out of the blue, one day,

I knew it was over.

In the village of his birth,

There was a wedding with food, wine and tarantula.

It was his wedding with his an uncouth girl.

I really was mad since we were  together for many years.

I ran outside.

We were together and now we were none.

I ran and ran to kill myself.

Then I saw a tall tree reaching to the moon.

A thought struck me like a thunderbolt.

I could never die as long as there were a tree.

The big, blue moon looking down to me.

I sat under the tree and dazed at the moon.

If I were the moon,

I knew where I would fall down.

The sound of…

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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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