Ellie belfiglio

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


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Tangled vines on the ivy grow,

Intricately vast,

Twined around,

As if afraid to let go…

When one breaks loose from,

Its tongued tangled home,

It sprouts forth a leaf growing,

In its own existence,

At last free to roam…

Let us learn by watching nature unfold,

For as in all living things,

We too, have our time to be.

Knurled and knotted,

We must go.

Only then can we find the-

Freedom to grow,

To be who we are;

Let out stories to be told!! …

19059244_1406915652708771_2183582456407559986_nThe Unpredictable 

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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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