A Simple Life - Blackout Poetry Notes

Really Be Alive

You owe it to yourself
to really be alive.

Another night
the snow falling,
the gentle flakes banking
on the street.
The sky, a place of
tender winter.

Peaceful.
Just one word.
It was exactly how I felt.

I relish
cheerful talk,
but that's nothing
to a good poem.

The simplest of things - 
laughter, gratitude and silence
make me happy.

Clear daylight
made me happy.
Sit up and stretch with
anticipation and see
the colors.

Walk about and look at
trees and birds,
I forgot how much I started improving
in a garden.

Isn't it beautiful?
I love living
slightly more
on an ordinary morning.

Fall in love with
wine so good, a bed so soft,
and a kiss under mistletoe.

She will see everything, fill herself
up with stories
and she will live richly
and deeply.