Book Poetry

Yesterday evening I made book poetry with a couple friends of mine. I found the concept on Pinterest (big surprise, right?) and immediately wanted to do it. Basically, you have a page of a book, and you circle certain words to make sentences or phrases or whatever. It was immense fun!

"Night consists of joyous moments of delicate breezes and blossoms and mint, so full of joy that the evening was singing."

"A farewell greeting from the dead."

"The noise tumbled over and his life remained quietly lying about him. Nothing better flies in a wet ditch, not even myself. A question received no answer, but affection for the dear creep was both broken and uncomfortable."

Admittedly, that last one was a bit strange. 

~The Dryad