Ellie belfiglio

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

Embers Roar

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This love while embers roar.

Will it die as those before?

A heart set free!

How can it soar?

Without the burning, EMBERS ROAR…

A soul upon my heart does rest.

Hid behind SOs not to test

A curtain black;

A soul upon my heart does rest…

She waits behind the curtain black!

Fleeting visions of the past!

Dancing slowly;

Trying to grasp;

The vastness of the curtain black!

When raging tides begin to ebb,

Gone to sea without the test-

of true loves touch,

Of those things said!

Forlorn… raging tides slowly ebb!! …



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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