A Simple Life - Blackout Poetry Notes

Quiet Warmth

There is a quiet warmth
sitting in nightgown
and staring
into the full moon,
alone.

I'm convinced
my secret to life
like a dream
is sweet solitude.

Shut up among books,
my soul
drank eagerly.

Aimlessly walk
the winter street
on a coldwind night
in Edinburgh.

Close the book and watch,
in a thick drizzle
the rain pour down.

I long for
Grimm's fairy tales,
a good short poem
and hot tea.

I am simple enough
to love
brilliant friends
and gin.

Sitting all drowsy and warm
by a dark window,
I had never felt so happy
escaping
into a novel.

The world's praise, money & love
corrupts the pure.
Maybe one day,
the miracle of humanity
and integrity,
can put us back to
a reasonable life.

Home in October
is cornfields and
picking apples
in Ohio.