Eve Livinggood is a New City Arts Poetry Fellow. Eve completed the inaugural Poetry of Power workshop in Spring 2020.
When I was younger I really enjoyed writing, especially creating my own short stories. Despite that, I lost interest until this year when I joined Ms.Malburg's creative writing class at my high school and regained interest in something I used to love. I spent the first half of the year writing nothing but fiction because I honestly didn't know how to write poetry. However, with encouragement from my teacher and a helpful ted talk on how to write a good poem, I finally realized what I was missing out on. As well as poetry, I've gotten really into skateboarding, sewing and running, so that's how I've been passing the time throughout quarantine. I'm currently a rising senior at Charlottesville High School and I'm optimistic for the upcoming school year.
By Eve Livingood
Green limb overlaps limb, sprawled
and messy, crawling over each other,
coveting the same destination. They
all hope to be just inches closer to the
singular window in the bedroom.
They say not to dwell on the past, but the past had big windows that
stretched wall to wall letting in sky, and my human who was a rose
in a field of grass.
She would buy me large pots to thrive in, like a mother buying her growing daughter
a new dress. The seams on my dress are ripping, my roots push against the walls of
the pot that contains me. The girl who lives here sits a few feet away, but she seems
too busy typing to notice.