To forget about me - Emalisa Rose

The sun shuts her eyes,
moon takes the stage
and sandpipers slip through
the sky segue.

Erased with the last twirl of
twilight, your waves butterfly
back into the cross currents

And I sketch on your sands
but the winds blow astray.

The shells that you’d sent,
swallowed up by the seas

where you will forget about me

When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame. She volunteers in animal rescue and tends to cat colonies in the neighborhood. She walks with a birding group on weekends through the trails in her town parks.  She has worked in Special Education and in Hospice care.  Her work has appeared in Mad Swirl, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, Knot Magazine, Ode to a Poetess and other wonderful places. Her latest collection is “On the whims of the crosscurrents,” published by Red Wolf Editions.