Where i go to grow wings
Along the fronds of the triplicate trees
(without specifics regarding latitude/
Sporadically weaving between them,
are dreams, when i need to detach
from the woes of the world.
Fixed on a point, my eyes can divest
of the current calamities.
The clouds conjure pictures, then
quickly erasing, replacing with others;
all perfectly pleasing to me.
With cradling arms, the triplicate trees –
leaning in, welcoming me,
to this place, i can safely surrender
growing wings, through my poetry.
Emalisa Rose is a poet, macrame artist, and animal rescue volunteer. She lives by a beach town, which provides much of the inspiration for her art. She works as a lunch lady in a NY public school. Her current passion is birding, which she hopes to weave into her art.
See more of her work in 9.2 and 9.2