Gregory K. Pincus created Fibonacci poetry, as a 6-line poem that follows the Fibonacci sequence for syllable count per line.
The number of syllables in each line must equal the sum of the syllables in the two previous lines.
So, start with 0 and 1, add them together to get your next number, which is also 1, 2 comes next, then add 2 and 1 to get 3, and so on.
Fibonnaci: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, and 21…
Poetry: 1 syllable, 1 syllable, 2 syllables, 3 syllables, 5 syllables, 8 syllables, 13 syllables, and 21 syllables…
More Info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fib_(poetry)
MARIE ELENA’S (1,1,2,3,5,8, reverse) FIBONACCI:
OUI, OUI!
He
Me
Just we
Low-key spree
Unplugged fantasy
Internet, T.V., cell phone-free
Hot tub, hike, sightsee
Quietly
Simply
He
Me
WALT’S BIG LIE…er, FIB:
THE RETURN
Fall.
Leaves
descend.
The air chills
and heavy frost kills
all that summer had provided.
Hidden in the barren trees, a lone robin singing
songs of farewell until the seasons change back to Spring.
For in Spring everything renews.
It is our true test.
All in life
returns
back
home.
Copyright © – Walter J. Wojtanik 2012
October 24th, 2012 at 12:44 AM
Beautiful, you all. Loved the ones about your moms, too.
Would you please pass this on about a Christian Writers Conference, please. http://www.HACWN.org. The early bird special has been extended to Oct. 31.
October 26th, 2012 at 7:54 PM
Yes, Love the form
Marie and Walt each of your poems are delightful to read.
October 24th, 2012 at 2:38 AM
Two fibonacci poems:
Fibs
Lies
and those
Porky pies
Whoppers white and black
Be sure your fibs will bite you back.
Cold
Cold
Take wing
Lovely bird
Go south to find warmth
But come back to see us in Spring.
October 24th, 2012 at 6:20 AM
October 26th, 2012 at 7:51 PM
What fun Fibs you do Viv.
October 24th, 2012 at 6:19 AM
Meg, it sounds like you and your sweetie took a mini vacation…
Walt, you captured it!
October 26th, 2012 at 7:50 PM
Annd – Can I guess that it was connected to your Friday Birthday?
HOPE YOU HAD (HAVE)
A WONDERFUL, FUN
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
October 24th, 2012 at 9:13 AM
First I was intrigued, then as I read I was inspired. Meg, Walt, Viv, thank-you:)
October 24th, 2012 at 10:11 AM
Night.
Dark
And still
Vast abyss
Of moonless silence
Where thought in rampant perusal
Of sable infinity fills to the uttermost
A chasm, which to the naked eye appears empty and devoid of motion or impulse
Yet surges with under-currents of potent passion
Rising in voluminous waves
Of raging appeal.
This night is
Not dark
Or
Still
p.s. ‘impulse’ is supposed to be at the end of the middle line for the 21 syll;( oh well. this is fun. thank-you for the introduction to a form I never knew existed!
October 24th, 2012 at 10:12 AM
‘of emotion or impulse’ created its own line…in the true form it comes in the same line after ‘devoid’
October 25th, 2012 at 8:18 AM
“Of moonless silence…” Great line!
October 25th, 2012 at 11:50 PM
Exactly!
October 26th, 2012 at 7:48 PM
Beautfully written –
The computer just does not always comply…..
October 24th, 2012 at 11:13 AM
Mute
Pen
Until
Restless Muse
Rouses the still quill
Igniting ink to poetry
October 24th, 2012 at 1:36 PM
I love this one!
October 25th, 2012 at 8:16 AM
Yes!!
October 26th, 2012 at 7:46 PM
So true. The pen does seem to go dry at times. Well put
October 24th, 2012 at 12:58 PM
Hi! This is my attempt. This title is a lyric of the song “Tu vas me detruire”from the musical “Notre Dame de Paris”
Moi, qui me croyais l’hiver
“Bloom
me”,
she pleads,
uncoiling
from the frost-mouthed shade
onto the open earth tinted
with rust-blotched leaves immigrating aground; scrubbed raw of
their smoothness, they caress a hand,
gliding along creased
skin, mourning
misplaced
springs …
years …
© Andra-Teodora Negroiu, 2012
October 24th, 2012 at 1:13 PM
This is GORGEOUS! I love ‘gliding along creased skin, mourning…’ such feeling!
October 24th, 2012 at 6:21 PM
Thank you, Janet! I’m glad you like it. That line is the first one to really point out what the poem is really about … aging and the regrets that come with it.
October 24th, 2012 at 8:36 PM
I think that is why it touched me so;)
October 25th, 2012 at 8:15 AM
Yes… Beautiful!!
October 29th, 2012 at 10:53 AM
Thanks
October 24th, 2012 at 2:06 PM
Oh, my. Andrea, this is simply stunning.
October 24th, 2012 at 2:07 PM
So sorry. ANDRA. I misread your name.
Andra, this is simply stunning. Seriously.
October 24th, 2012 at 6:22 PM
Thank you! I’m really touched that you like it so much!
October 24th, 2012 at 2:25 PM
Beautiful. Could you translate it for us?
October 24th, 2012 at 6:26 PM
Thank you, Jlynn! The title means “I, who believed myself to be [in the] autumn [of my life]“. The song it comes from is really sad and haunting (it’s from the musical “Notre Dame de Paris). In it, Frollo sings that he thought he was too old and far removed from passion to be so much in love with Esmeralda. It’s actually one of the three songs from the musical which really affected me (the others being “Belle”and “Ces diamants-la”).
October 24th, 2012 at 7:36 PM
Awe, that just adds so much richness to your poem. thank you.
October 29th, 2012 at 10:53 AM
You’re welcome!
October 25th, 2012 at 11:52 PM
`frost-mouthed shade’ – I just love that, Andra.
October 29th, 2012 at 10:54 AM
Thank you! I’m happy to hear you liked it!
October 30th, 2012 at 8:27 PM
Gorgeous! Love the point of view, Andra!
November 2nd, 2012 at 4:39 AM
Thank you, Hannah!
October 24th, 2012 at 1:35 PM
Poetry Propelled
One:
Just
One word
Followed by
Another and then
The rush comes on; adrenaline
Propelling mind and fingers in synchronicity
Until the flow ends, breath catches,
And it’s amazing
That it all
Started
With
One.
October 25th, 2012 at 8:12 AM
YES!! That’s how it happens for me too most times!
October 25th, 2012 at 11:52 PM
Very clever!
October 26th, 2012 at 10:53 AM
Thank you!
October 26th, 2012 at 4:02 PM
Thanks, R
October 26th, 2012 at 7:44 PM
Belightful “play with words’
October 24th, 2012 at 2:05 PM
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October 24th, 2012 at 2:08 PM
Yay! LOVES me some Fibs. Some amazing work here, already.
Andra’s is particularly gorgeous.
Thanks for the inspiration today, guys.
Here’s mine, should you choose to take the time to click:
http://whimsygizmo.wordpress.com/2012/10/24/truth-and-other-fibs/
October 24th, 2012 at 2:22 PM
“Avoidance technique”
Last
time
was the
first time we
had to discuss the
chill in the air two-stepping side-
stepping the biting
wind we stirred
up the
last
time.
October 24th, 2012 at 2:50 PM
jlynn, love it!
October 25th, 2012 at 11:53 PM
Good one, jlynn.
October 26th, 2012 at 7:42 PM
October 24th, 2012 at 2:55 PM
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October 24th, 2012 at 3:25 PM
A New Proposal
Dear
Locke,
You’re in
For a shock.
Look! Some ignorant
Pauper’s child is showing promise
Despite rank and birth.
He has worth.
Now don’t
Gawk,
Locke.
October 24th, 2012 at 3:47 PM
The Fibonacci is one of my favorite forms!
Changing Seasons
One
leaf
drifts down,
a final
farewell to my frown.
For as Autumn follows Summer -
goodbye! – the snowflakes start to fall and my frown turns ‘round
as I gleefully grab my gear -
snow season is here!
Starting now
with each
wee
flake.
October 25th, 2012 at 8:10 AM
Oh! Wonderful…!
October 25th, 2012 at 1:45 PM
Beautiful!
October 26th, 2012 at 7:41 PM
Looking forward to joys of winter. Have a great season.
October 24th, 2012 at 4:50 PM
Love these already posted – will enjoy more and comment later – off to an appointment nowFALL
Sun
light
filters
through the trees
to highlight mums, leaves,
wild kale, and dry grass to produce
a wonderland of fall’s golden and rustic beauty (13)
while young goblins set out to haunt
the neighboring streets
collecting
gobs of
sweet
treats.
FROST
The
frost
covered
lawn beneath
the black velvet sky
that’s festooned with star-light gems,
sends to us invitations to answer the night’s soft call (13)
to watch as moon skirts horizon,
night birds lift tunes, and
wind’s cold breath
precedes
snow’s
birth.
October 25th, 2012 at 8:09 AM
… just Lovely, friend… <3 !
October 25th, 2012 at 11:54 PM
Love `Frost’
October 26th, 2012 at 7:40 PM
Thank you Hen and Sara.
October 24th, 2012 at 7:46 PM
Summer Fall
Time
will
not take
away this
profound sense of loss
your absence leaves in heart and soul…
I wonder if you
will ever
know this
sad
pain.
October 25th, 2012 at 1:46 PM
Henrietta, this is beautiful, as well as sad. Love it!
October 25th, 2012 at 6:34 PM
Thank you, Erin; very few people in my life have such a profound affect on me, so when one comes along… and then goes away… well… I don’t ever really get over the loss… I just learn to live with it… <3
October 26th, 2012 at 7:39 PM
But time will soften the pain and bring good memories.
October 27th, 2012 at 7:29 AM
… yes… thank you, dear friend… <3!
October 24th, 2012 at 10:54 PM
I Am
Do
you
see me?
Who am I?
Daughter, sister, wife–
roles given, role chosen by me,
a woman human being whose internal conflict
waged war, lit a flame that nearly burnt to ashes, all she was or could become, but lost.
October 25th, 2012 at 8:05 AM
October 24th, 2012 at 10:55 PM
Last two lines were written as one.
October 26th, 2012 at 7:37 PM
…find anew
OH,
the
promise
she can be
what she wants to be.
which will be much more than the lost.
To burn brighter,warmer, and fly higher than before.
October 24th, 2012 at 11:31 PM
Fibonacci, 1,1,2, 3,5,8
“Autumn’s Death”
Heart
Song
Autumn’s
November
frosty, kindled leaf
leapt, sparkling in her fiery tears
she swept the edge of nothingness
smoky courage sways
dusty red
floating
climbs
sighs
October 25th, 2012 at 8:03 AM
… painful beauty…
October 26th, 2012 at 7:31 PM
Warm glow of Autmn’s fire.
October 25th, 2012 at 1:13 AM
Comply
Why
cry
or lie
and deny
that you won’t stand by
until we can see eye to eye.
I fail to comply.
Say good-bye
then fly
sky
high.
By Michael Grove
October 25th, 2012 at 8:01 AM
… painful…
October 26th, 2012 at 7:29 PM
Thoughtful….
October 25th, 2012 at 4:10 AM
Fall.
Fall
Descends
Down on me
Leaves fall, school starting,
Smells of cinnamon, ginger, spice,
Long, cozy evenings.
Fall is in
The
Air.
October 25th, 2012 at 8:00 AM
Oh, such beauty… Loved: “Smells of cinnamon, ginger, spice, Long, cozy evenings.”
October 25th, 2012 at 1:48 PM
Thank you, Henrietta! Those are my favorite parts of fall. And all the baking!😄
October 25th, 2012 at 6:30 PM
!!! Yes… I also love simmering Mulling Spices — Trader Joe’s has the Best for flavor!
October 25th, 2012 at 6:31 PM
Me too! And sometimes my mom puts orange peels and cloves in a saucepan and boils them. It makes the whole house smell ah-mazing!
October 26th, 2012 at 2:16 AM
Yes!! Me too!!
October 26th, 2012 at 7:28 PM
Lovely smells fill my room as I read your poem.
October 25th, 2012 at 4:31 AM
I like this prompt so i’m trying it again. By the way, I think I forgot a line on my first one.
My Little Sis
You
Are
My sis.
Little sis,
Joyful, happy girl.
So little to go through so much:
Digestive problems, IV’s, blood tests, hospital trips.
Such a small girl, my baby girl;
Adorable babe;
Your big sis
Really
Loves
You.
October 25th, 2012 at 7:58 AM
What a sweet sister you are!!
October 25th, 2012 at 1:49 PM
Thanks.
October 26th, 2012 at 11:45 AM
Erin: Lovely poem!
October 26th, 2012 at 8:16 PM
Thank you, Jacqueline!
October 26th, 2012 at 7:27 PM
Well written. Sometimes the watching another deal with problems is harder than the problems are on the dealer.
October 26th, 2012 at 8:19 PM
Yes, I’ve definitely experienced that. My older brother had cancer for two years, we’re still trying to find out what my baby sis can and can’t eat and my mom keeps having to have surgeries because of some problem she has with her stomach. It’s really hard to have watched, and to watch, all this happen. But God has a plan for us and we are thankful for all the time we have together and for his abundant blessings to us everyday.
October 27th, 2012 at 2:25 PM
Wonderful testemony of your relationship to God and to your family. He will provide you with what is needed and your capacity to grow will be there.
October 25th, 2012 at 2:55 PM
Yes
Say
Yes–
To live
Without fear
Without loss and pain
Without nagging thoughts of sadness
Say yes to possibility, to life, to courage,
To hope and joy, to happiness and wonder, to love, and if need be, say
yes to no.
October 25th, 2012 at 11:55 PM
This is joyful writing, Jane.
October 26th, 2012 at 2:25 AM
Oh, I like this!!
October 26th, 2012 at 7:24 PM
I like that last bit especially …”….if need be, say yes to no.”
October 27th, 2012 at 12:48 AM
Thanks, friends. I was late to the party on this one, but it was fun to write just the same. Such good fibs from you all.
October 25th, 2012 at 2:57 PM
oops, my last line was too long and subdivided in some strange ways. Sorry! It should all be one line instead of the last 3.
October 25th, 2012 at 10:25 PM
October is National Down Syndrome Awareness Month and thus my inspiration for this prompt.
My Lesson
Your
Down
syndrome
changed my life.
Open-ing my eyes
to others who just need the chance
for people to look beyond the disability.
You are a miracle to me,
my Marina Grace
Beautiful
Perfect
Pure
Love
© Kelly E. Donadio October 2012
October 26th, 2012 at 2:26 AM
Yes… lovely… “…others who just need the chance for people to look beyond…”
October 26th, 2012 at 7:23 PM
Each child of God is precious. I am sure that the loving attitude of your Marina Grace is something we can all learn from.
October 26th, 2012 at 11:23 AM
Cat
Sit!
Moving
Meowing
Brushing against me
Trying to sit on my lap top
Fidgeting, squirming, turning around, tail in my face
At last, sitting prettily by my side, eyes half closed, purring. Now, I hate to move her.
October 26th, 2012 at 6:54 PM
Good one, Connie. My dachshund lies like a lead weight, until my legs grow numb.
October 27th, 2012 at 7:35 AM
Ha, ha, ha… soo precious — try having a German Shepherd think he’s a lap dog…
October 26th, 2012 at 7:21 PM
Cosy little companion.
October 27th, 2012 at 7:32 AM
Hee, hee: “…Cat Sit!”
October 29th, 2012 at 11:57 AM
The Judgement
These
old
scores, weighed
on scales,
filigreed and gold -
judge our deeds and days to balance
this life’s choices against a white dove’s tail feather.
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