regretfully
i walked your fields for
twenty seven seasons
you were the "scarlet
stripes with lace ecru"
summer saunters now
slipping suns...vacant
blooms...
regretfully...i never thought
to ask your name.
diamond beak duet
iÕd no idea what
they were singing
but i know that
sky and sea felt
compelled enough
to break composure
...leaning in to listen
iÕd wait all summer
long for the refrain..but
they never rose those
notes again.
sweeping
he said thereÕd be more come
the morning...that they
multiply
in the overnight, even more so
when autumn grabs green off the
sycamore...i sweep into the
gutter
leaves, branches, berries...
shedding the springtime at
augustÕs
inception, as iÕm blindsiding
winter.
one last time
i wish iÕd known
you were scheduled
to sojourn...iÕd have
flowered my branch
one last time for you.
the relevance of the irrelevant
barely a woosh of the wind
to initiate the repossession
of her dangling few
gutted out, empty leaved
portending the plaguing of storms
soon on the rising
a garland of green leaf reminder
filigrees sturdily round the bottom
last fifth of her legacy...
dispelling illusions of death
as grey clouds bear down
revealing her perpetual elegance
transcending the carnal pretension
that she is old and irrelevant
softly, it rains on the sycamore.
© Emalisa Rose
Bio: Emalisa Rose is a poet, dollmaker, craft artist. She volunteers in animal rescue. Living by a beach town provides much of
the inspiration for her art. She
works in a NY middle school as a lunch lady, which also provides a lot of humor
and insight into the human condition, fueling her compassion and her art.