Gull 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 firstname.lastname@example.org