Gull – a poem by Emalisa Rose


Perhaps mere cliché
yet her sighting still soothes
beneath sorrow's incision

here, as we gather to stand
over soil that will cradle
the casket's last calling.

Silver gull circles.

Somehow she knows -
she just knows.

When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and crochet. She volunteers in animal rescue tending to cat colonies. She walks with a birding group on Sundays through the neighborhood trails.  Her work has appeared in Writing in a Woman’s Voice, Amethyst Review, Spillwords and other wonderful places.Her latest collection is This water paint life, published by Origami Poems Project. She can be reached at

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