Blackout Poetry Notes

At Night in a Crowd

There was something luminous about her,
she was mysterious,
peaceful,
and seemed happiest
at night in a crowd.

It's no good - friendship
was so wearying.
She dared never let it come out,
how blind he was!
She loved his soul.

It is precisely our
uncertainty
in life
to make it
worth living.

She was helpless
with soft desirability
and relaxed bliss
so lost
in a kiss.

Feel appreciation for
the good things
in life.

Happier fates enchant people
well traveled,
so voyage out with
a wild heart.

Nothing is without risk,
the question is
how great is the good
on the right track.

Under that icy veneer
of jealousy
was an apparent
expression of love.

I just want you
to realize
how far you have come.

Good writing demands
the urge of tantalizing readers
to flick the page.