Ellie belfiglio

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


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First thought never comes alone.

Always more… legions of memories,

Or wishes or sad feelings,

All wrapped into a shell.

Never comes sweetly into view.

Pronounced as some grand mountain…

But hazy, foggy, realness stealing pictures,

Stealing sounds of life and fear!!

First thought never joyous in awakening;

Always low and dark… intruding.

Casting sadness into shadows,

Forcing saneness into view.

First thought, negative emotion, pain-

Or guilt or fear.

A longing for some peace, some laughter.

For the music to return within my soul again;

And leave me full and happy,

As the sunlight on my morning wall!!…



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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