Erin B. - Blackout Poetry Notes

Holding A Pen

She's merely a woman
holding a pen,
with no idea what to write.

I hope and forgive and confess
every day
to live clean - it seems
to be enough,
but it is not easy.

She passed by
pockets of wild flowers and the air
grew fragrant with
growing things.
She decided to delight in
all the light.

This pouring rain,
books in a row, and I
a misanthrope - considerably restored.

There is a secret joy
to be dancing in the sunset
and moonlight serenades.

She believes that
whatever happens, she will always
be good, open, and free.

Forgive
if you can.
That's all there is to it.

She glances at his eyes
lit with an emotion so frantic,
trying desperately
to convey that
without her there is no world at all.

The stars are so
marvelously pure, a secret wonder
of the deep.

You decide...
what you do
is up to you.