Ellie belfiglio

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



If there were silver string,

So delicate to use,

And thin sewing needles,

Tender, so not bruise,

I gather every tear that falls,

From a crushed and broken heart!

I sew together tears into a quilt,

Tender, delicate, strong threads,

So it wouldn’t come apart.

I sew each teardrop with silver strings,

Meanwhile add a little throb!

You could hear my sob;

And when you cover yourself at night,

You’d be wrapped in my sorrow and pain.

You would be smothered by this fear-

Of the heart-felt lonely rain.

But after touching all my teardrops,

You’d roll over to find me there.

Adding to this endless quilt,

Another tear, just another tear!! …




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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