Blackout Poetry Notes

Fertilize Your Soul

I rather think
real love and affection
will fertilize
your soul.

Your face is bright
all steeped in sunshine,
more beautiful than
the water singing
as it runs
on a great day.

Home together on
Sunday morning
coffee cup in hand
is what I want,
I'm hoping someday
you'll understand.

She was a romantic soul
and passion burned
in her bed.
That was life
madly
in love.

Wanderlust is
to believe happy lived
where it is easy
to stay lost.

I daresay,
all this prose is
so I can write
to describe
how it feels
to be with you.

I heard you say I have
too much woman in me.
Men had a
holy fear of me.

I was caught between
what I wanted to say and
technique itself.
The journey, the creative process
is much more intricate,
but I hope
to begin.

Somewhere in his soul,
he still loved her.

Their love was
something deeper,
something divine and
involuntary,
it was her deepest wish.