Eva Moe

Tag: poem

  • Gone long | Ben

    Travelers always talk about returning home to find that everything’s the same. How odd, they say (I’ve said), that you can experience so much elsewhere and upon opening that front door back home, nothing’s changed except you and your perception.

    Sometimes you’re gone a long time, though, and too much happens. Part of being in the community is physical presence, and you can lose that. And sometimes, before you even return, you know that things are not the same at all.

    Ben

    I call and we catch up
    on video chat. Your friends
    got robbed and 4th of July
    was too loud to hear the
    bonfire, and my roommate
    doesn’t eat vegetables.
    When it’s time to talk
    about our friend, the reason
    I called. Both of us loosen
    our gaze somewhere past
    the phones. He was
    doing so well, too.

  • cue

    Someone else heard this buzzing and called it a B flat.
    Someone else heard Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice
    and I still did not come to you. I heard be the juice and
    chose apple. I heard a tuning fork and harmonized hum
    hum hum     god the sound of my voice was blue as sky.
    blue blue blue as sky. Someone else knew how to swim
    like a kite and still be tethered to the ground.
    Someone else was

    the ground and the quick callous on the finger from
    the string. A sharp line. Someone else was the wind
    twirling like a warm-up, an arpeggio clear as a flute.
    As a B flat, as a summoning, as a come to me, as an
    I told you my name, please hear it please hear it.
    Someone else heard this buzzing and knew it
    right away and knew
    what to do with it.

  • Kurama Watches Hiei [poem]

    Yu Yu Hakusho inspired poem. Fanfic poetry? What will end up on this blog next?

    Kurama Watches Hiei

    Something about it being April
    While my friend 
    So quietly stares at the ocean 
    Like it’s a library
    His back to me. 
    One hand shoots black fire into the sky
    It falls like newspaper 
    To torch the sea 
    Scorch his arm.
    I want to tell him come here 
    Let me rinse you forever.
    I hear him laugh at this, 
    or squish his eyebrows together.
    If you can squish your eyebrows together 
    What can you do with your ears?
    Hear what my arms want 
    with your whole body
    Your head
    Rest it on my flowerbed.

  • It’s Halloween Again / weather’s acting up

    It's a half-open otherworld lately. 
    Misty metallic air, an atmosphere woven with ghosts.
    Rain's electricity fragrance. 

    It's Spring, though. Says so right here. 
    The weather even searches for softball.
    			Pull a tarot card. 
     			Candles puff their ominous orange flowers
    There's a twinkle in the eye of every pond
    glitter in the inhale
    exhale 
    of dusk and dawn
     			and all of us can fly. 
    Trees crack their backs and 
     			All black cats can talk.
    Birds chirp.
     			Your window opens.

  • Zelda poem #Lynel

    #lynel
    gung ho – hung tho

    i missed the lilacs bloom this year
    their sweetness and purple color.  
    Dumbass Me. Can’t believe it.  
    hooked into a jack ass with
    ass for days
    (centaur)
    nothing near as sweet as spring
    so i passed the lilacs a dozen times i bet
    one night i go outside just me
    i drop everything i can let go  
    in the grass
    no phone keys wallet
    it’s just me out there with restless crickets
    so i missed the flowers and became a kid  
    hosed out my stamina wheel  
    left the block breathless

    i sat in a cemetery before work
    on a bench by the service berries  
    white petal perfume
    pure and delicate.
    Birds chatting.  

  • Dolce

    This poem was originally posted here a few months ago as Clair de lune. The true inspiration behind the poem was “Patience” by The Lumineers. I called it Clair de lune because I also felt this way when hearing that song, plus it’s a song everyone knows. Still, it felt dishonest to claim the true inspiration came from a universally beloved classical piece rather than a modern song! Is that silly? Here’s the latest version, which is nothing like the other version.

     

    Dolce
    After hearing “Patience” by The Lumineers

    Dear Piano,
    You are the only voice who can sing this one.
    No offense to clarinets
    But my god
    Your black and white teeth
    Bite along my spine til it straightens.
    You loosen my jaw
    Floss my teeth with your strings.
    And you’re smooth
    As a bar of soap on glass.
    Dear Piano you make my eyes roll back
    Like a tongue between my thighs.
    Unfear me.
    I was born to understand what sweet is
    in many languages.

  • Kristen Tracy’s “Local News: Woman Dies in Chimney”

    I found this poem in Poetry Magazine’s December 2017 edition. I’m in love with it!

  • Keep Going

    Hello! I hope everyone’s doing well. I wrote this one yesterday, so it’s still fresh! Not sure about the title yet. I’m trying not to publish the VERY first draft of any poem because they’re rarely good enough to claim. But the 2nd and 3rd drafts? Sure. I’m an impatient millennial. I always wanna post [exciting/interesting/unusual/new] things as they happen.

    See you later! I might even do a 2018 Goals list like everyone else.

    Eva

  • So I Leave

    Hello,

    This one’s possibly two years old now. Since I’m writing so many new poems a day for NaNoWriMo (and my book), I thought I should share a few of my older poems.

     

    What he said was good grammar
    good tone, good smile
    How much does an artichoke weigh
    How much Truth Do You Want

    How Hard do I Tap my Feet so he Hears I wanna be light
    as a dancer on a drum
    Do I sing or scream through my window
    & how sweet do I make the sound?
    The longer I stay the faster my forearms feel dumb

    From him I inherit a thousand
    tiny vases of jagged glass
    in my gums and stutter
    on the first word I think to say
    and find there is nothing to express

    -So I Leave

  • November 21st, Poem 4

    Of the many poems I wrote yesterday for NaNoWriMo, this one was my favorite.

    I hit 30,000 words a few days ago. Hopefully on this long weekend I can catch up!