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IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – FIBONACCI

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

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104 thoughts on “IN-FORM POET WEDNESDAY – FIBONACCI

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

  3. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    Meg, it sounds like you and your sweetie took a mini vacation…
    Walt, you captured it!

    • Marjory M Thompson on said:

      Annd – Can I guess that it was connected to your Friday Birthday?

      HOPE YOU HAD (HAVE)
      A WONDERFUL, FUN
      HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

  4. First I was intrigued, then as I read I was inspired. Meg, Walt, Viv, thank-you:)

  5. 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!

  6. Mute
    Pen
    Until
    Restless Muse
    Rouses the still quill
    Igniting ink to poetry

  7. 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

  8. 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.

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  10. 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/

  11. “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.

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  13. 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.

  14. 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.

  15. Marjory M Thompson (MMT) on said:

    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.

  16. Henrietta Choplin on said:

    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.

  17. 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.

  18. Last two lines were written as one.

    • Marjory M Thompson on said:

      …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.

      🙂

  19. 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

  20. 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

  21. Fall.
    Fall
    Descends
    Down on me
    Leaves fall, school starting,
    Smells of cinnamon, ginger, spice,
    Long, cozy evenings.
    Fall is in
    The
    Air.

  22. 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.

  23. janeshlensky on said:

    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.

  24. janeshlensky on said:

    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.

  25. 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

  26. 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.

  27. 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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