the blue farewell


the blue farewell


still primping in purple
though somewhat
disheveled, suns slip
into latter day clouds
and she sways -- with
her last dance flirtations
to those that still sing
to her branch, awaiting                                                                                                                   
farewell as the spring's                                                                                                                    compilation reaches                                                                                                                                    the high notes, wings                                                                                                                                    over waterfalls, their                                                                                                                                  blues to her bough.

Emalisa Rose


When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame and doll making She volunteers in animal rescue and knits blankets for shelter pets. Living by a beachtown, provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her poems have appeared in Ariel Chart,Cholla Needles, October Hill, Open Arts Forum and other journals.


  1. "wings over waterfalls, their blues to her bough." Lovely work.

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