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A Boy Moose Ate My Tulips Erynne DeVore i discovered marbles and obsidian buried in my garden next to the worms after a moose ate my tulips
“of course it was a boy moose,” someone joked with mei tried not to wake my daughters scaring him away they woke anyways irony is never lost on poetsmy daughtershave ears and eyes and hearts of their ownthey would’ve seen the evidence in the morning
those tulips were a gift from Mother Earth meant for my pleasure, the flowers that came to me in a dream after i turned my back on the housemeant to turn usfrom innocent and sweetto Victors sometimes i still dream about eating strawberries during a time i could pretend Alaskan fruit has a taste
the tulips were a gift and i blamed nature for taking them from me “the lord giveth and the lord taketh away” scripture gets just enough right we could forget to dig deeper
the moose was just doing what moose do andhad he not consumed what i perceived as minewould i have let the feathers guide me to God
a boy moose ate my tulips and i was pissedas if Divine gifts are mine alone as if i could expect him to be anything other than who and what he is as if God didn’t want meelbow deep in dirtlistening to Their question:what do you want to plant?!girl, CAN YOU HEAR ME?put your face to the earth feel me and ask yourself if just anything pretty deserves to be buried deep inside your home’s fertile ground?
the tulips, godthey were beautiful and they picked me but the moosein all of his immature adolescent volatile and majestic naturefreed mefrom my attachment to pretty thingsthat just so happen to be there
the moose released me from all that tied meto roots that were never mine to begin withfreed me to get dirt under my nails anddiscover buried treasure to weed the roots that would no longer strangle alli was planting
i prayed to co-createwhich meansgetting my hands dirty
“of course it was a boy moose,” someone joked with mei tried not to wake my daughters scaring him away they woke anyways irony is never lost on poetsmy daughtershave ears and eyes and hearts of their ownthey would’ve seen the evidence in the morning
those tulips were a gift from Mother Earth meant for my pleasure, the flowers that came to me in a dream after i turned my back on the housemeant to turn usfrom innocent and sweetto Victors sometimes i still dream about eating strawberries during a time i could pretend Alaskan fruit has a taste
the tulips were a gift and i blamed nature for taking them from me “the lord giveth and the lord taketh away” scripture gets just enough right we could forget to dig deeper
the moose was just doing what moose do andhad he not consumed what i perceived as minewould i have let the feathers guide me to God
a boy moose ate my tulips and i was pissedas if Divine gifts are mine alone as if i could expect him to be anything other than who and what he is as if God didn’t want meelbow deep in dirtlistening to Their question:what do you want to plant?!girl, CAN YOU HEAR ME?put your face to the earth feel me and ask yourself if just anything pretty deserves to be buried deep inside your home’s fertile ground?
the tulips, godthey were beautiful and they picked me but the moosein all of his immature adolescent volatile and majestic naturefreed mefrom my attachment to pretty thingsthat just so happen to be there
the moose released me from all that tied meto roots that were never mine to begin withfreed me to get dirt under my nails anddiscover buried treasure to weed the roots that would no longer strangle alli was planting
i prayed to co-createwhich meansgetting my hands dirty
More from Erynne DeVore ↓
- @poemsprayersandswears on Instagram
- She has two poetry books, Discovering Divinity: Poems, Prayers and Swears, and The Labyrinth of Heartbreak: A collection of poetry for the lovers and the heartbroken
- You can listen to me read mother all by Erynne @rembrandts.cure
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By Maggie DeversA Boy Moose Ate My Tulips Erynne DeVore i discovered marbles and obsidian buried in my garden next to the worms after a moose ate my tulips
“of course it was a boy moose,” someone joked with mei tried not to wake my daughters scaring him away they woke anyways irony is never lost on poetsmy daughtershave ears and eyes and hearts of their ownthey would’ve seen the evidence in the morning
those tulips were a gift from Mother Earth meant for my pleasure, the flowers that came to me in a dream after i turned my back on the housemeant to turn usfrom innocent and sweetto Victors sometimes i still dream about eating strawberries during a time i could pretend Alaskan fruit has a taste
the tulips were a gift and i blamed nature for taking them from me “the lord giveth and the lord taketh away” scripture gets just enough right we could forget to dig deeper
the moose was just doing what moose do andhad he not consumed what i perceived as minewould i have let the feathers guide me to God
a boy moose ate my tulips and i was pissedas if Divine gifts are mine alone as if i could expect him to be anything other than who and what he is as if God didn’t want meelbow deep in dirtlistening to Their question:what do you want to plant?!girl, CAN YOU HEAR ME?put your face to the earth feel me and ask yourself if just anything pretty deserves to be buried deep inside your home’s fertile ground?
the tulips, godthey were beautiful and they picked me but the moosein all of his immature adolescent volatile and majestic naturefreed mefrom my attachment to pretty thingsthat just so happen to be there
the moose released me from all that tied meto roots that were never mine to begin withfreed me to get dirt under my nails anddiscover buried treasure to weed the roots that would no longer strangle alli was planting
i prayed to co-createwhich meansgetting my hands dirty
“of course it was a boy moose,” someone joked with mei tried not to wake my daughters scaring him away they woke anyways irony is never lost on poetsmy daughtershave ears and eyes and hearts of their ownthey would’ve seen the evidence in the morning
those tulips were a gift from Mother Earth meant for my pleasure, the flowers that came to me in a dream after i turned my back on the housemeant to turn usfrom innocent and sweetto Victors sometimes i still dream about eating strawberries during a time i could pretend Alaskan fruit has a taste
the tulips were a gift and i blamed nature for taking them from me “the lord giveth and the lord taketh away” scripture gets just enough right we could forget to dig deeper
the moose was just doing what moose do andhad he not consumed what i perceived as minewould i have let the feathers guide me to God
a boy moose ate my tulips and i was pissedas if Divine gifts are mine alone as if i could expect him to be anything other than who and what he is as if God didn’t want meelbow deep in dirtlistening to Their question:what do you want to plant?!girl, CAN YOU HEAR ME?put your face to the earth feel me and ask yourself if just anything pretty deserves to be buried deep inside your home’s fertile ground?
the tulips, godthey were beautiful and they picked me but the moosein all of his immature adolescent volatile and majestic naturefreed mefrom my attachment to pretty thingsthat just so happen to be there
the moose released me from all that tied meto roots that were never mine to begin withfreed me to get dirt under my nails anddiscover buried treasure to weed the roots that would no longer strangle alli was planting
i prayed to co-createwhich meansgetting my hands dirty
More from Erynne DeVore ↓
- @poemsprayersandswears on Instagram
- She has two poetry books, Discovering Divinity: Poems, Prayers and Swears, and The Labyrinth of Heartbreak: A collection of poetry for the lovers and the heartbroken
- You can listen to me read mother all by Erynne @rembrandts.cure
Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️