Thatch, reading your poem, above, the Math student in me got slapped with an idea for a Haiku, a somewhat gentle re-write of your verse. I often see patterns in things, such as Doc's premise. With your kind permission, I offer you this collaborative effort:Thatch_Ear said:I understood,
When outdoors
I was carving wood,
Bliss.
Carving Wood outdoors,
At one with the Earth and Sky,
I understand Bliss.
At one with the Earth and Sky,
I understand Bliss.
I hope you enjoy the image.
Bart, I guess this makes me better suited for editing than creative writing. :yes:
