Ellie belfiglio

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

Glory of sun blaze

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If words express the glory of sun blaze,

Or define the beauty I daze,

I could speak eloquent phrase,

And explain it all and amaze…

If words describe my rave,

My ears hear the sound of early wave,

And the song of a bird, near and brave.

If words expound upon all and I,

To feel the God I love in sky,

Who hold me so dear and high…

To see, to hear, to understand how He-

made this earth abound and free,

And splendor, beauty and glee,

To make my mind astound like poetry…

He took time, flowers were made;

And trees change dress from green to red,

And lose their leaves as they bled.

How wonderful His thought who made-

the earth, the sky, the sea with no aid,

And still He is making me, feed me bread!! …



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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