Ellie belfiglio

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




It is on my desk,

dry, almost petrified, the rose.

Something I did not want or expect…

He gave to me unexpectedly one day.

It pricked my

finger, blood drops trickled.

A mirror of future twice more

my blood fell.

Things I didn’t expect or want.

I told him, “No”.

Later I told him more.

I sat back and hoped he’d go.

Now we are alone.

Heal  never know how I cried, why?

I am always his rose;

and that’s all he’ll ever know.

Something I did not except or want;

but now could not live without!! …




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!"

2 thoughts on ““NOT LIVE WITHOUT”

  1. “I am always his rose”
    that line says so much.
    Love it

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