I
am
the lump
on the witch,
on her square-cut chin
wondering where our poem starts.
This poem is a FIB, a modern western-style poem.
It follows Fibonacci's sequence of 1-1-2-3-5-8. Can you write your own FIB today? Check out the definition at whttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fib_
Can you imagine what the witch's wart might be able to tell you? I hope you enjoy test driving this form. Have fun.
Showing posts with label FIB. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FIB. Show all posts
Monday, October 13, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
MY DOG
Bark,
BARK!
My dog
likes to bark.
Round and round she turns
then settles on the rug to sleep.
Today's poem is a FIB--a poem based on Fibonacci’s number. Try writing your own FIB today.
BARK!
My dog
likes to bark.
Round and round she turns
then settles on the rug to sleep.
Today's poem is a FIB--a poem based on Fibonacci’s number. Try writing your own FIB today.
Thursday, October 17, 2013
SUNFLOWER
Yellow sunflower
smiles at the sun.
Growing bigger,
almost done;
an old black crow
comes flying by
and gives those
sunflower seeds a try.
These seeds are tasty,
such a delight.
The crow ate all day
and into the night.
Now the crow
is round and fat,
while the sunflower
falls to the ground
flat.
Did you know that the sunflower seeds in the middle of the flower grow around and around in a Fibonacci sequence? There are lots of plants that do this--pine cones, artichokes, and pineapples. Are you familiar with the Fib poem? It is based on the Fibonacci sequence too. (A Syllabic form of poetry with the following number of syllables in each line. 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,etc. Each line is the combination of the two previous lines added together.) Let's see if I can do this, the hard part is the beginning when the count is low.
Bright (1)
Sun (1)
flower (2)
yellow shines, (3)
along comes a crow (5)
and sits on the sunflower's spines, (8)
then he opines, This is mine, all mine. It's very fine. (13--I hope I counted that right.)
OK, so your challenge for today is to write your own FIB. Have fun writing.
smiles at the sun.
Growing bigger,
almost done;
an old black crow
comes flying by
and gives those
sunflower seeds a try.
These seeds are tasty,
such a delight.
The crow ate all day
and into the night.
Now the crow
is round and fat,
while the sunflower
falls to the ground
flat.
Did you know that the sunflower seeds in the middle of the flower grow around and around in a Fibonacci sequence? There are lots of plants that do this--pine cones, artichokes, and pineapples. Are you familiar with the Fib poem? It is based on the Fibonacci sequence too. (A Syllabic form of poetry with the following number of syllables in each line. 1,1,2,3,5,8,13,etc. Each line is the combination of the two previous lines added together.) Let's see if I can do this, the hard part is the beginning when the count is low.
Bright (1)
Sun (1)
flower (2)
yellow shines, (3)
along comes a crow (5)
and sits on the sunflower's spines, (8)
then he opines, This is mine, all mine. It's very fine. (13--I hope I counted that right.)
OK, so your challenge for today is to write your own FIB. Have fun writing.
Friday, April 12, 2013
WHAT IS POETRY?
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. --Christopher Fry
It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail.
It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.
It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
It's reading a haiku and feeling each word.
It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy.
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.
Each day during April, I will add a line to this poem. If you'd like to suggest lines, please leave your suggestions in the comments below.
Next Thursday is Poem in Your Pocket Day, April 18, 2013. Last week I shared with you how I've been making poetry pockets for some of my friends. Janet Wong, editor of THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY has created pockets with poems from the anthology. My poem, Keys , is one of the four. Also included are Petting Zoo by Laura Purdie Salas, Bluejay Sings Two Different Songs by Mary Lee Hahn, and Sack Lunch by Charles Waters.
And in the mail yesterday came a lovely surprise I wanted to share with you, Tabatha Yeatts sent me a FIB to carry in my pocket.
A Fibonacci Poem for Joy
by Tabatha Yeatts
Sneak
A
Poem
Into your
Pocket for those days
When your secret self needs a friend.
Thank you, Tabatha for letting me share your poem.
The Friday Poetry roundup is hosted this week by Diane Mayr at Random Noodling.
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement. --Christopher Fry
It is finding the truth, no need to lie.
It's munching on watermelon and letting seeds fly.
It's a letter that comes with a card in the mail.
It's the lacy silver threads left by a garden snail.
It's daffodil trumpets covering the hill.
It's a deer at the creek, drinking her fill.
It's giggling and laughing and being absurd.
It's reading a haiku and feeling each word.
It's a dragon who blows flames, loud and hardy.
It's fairies in the garden having a tea party.
It's the sound of a truck shifting its gears.
It's the feel of two soft puppy ears.
It's a bright sun rise and glowing moon shine.
It's a Carolina wren singing in a Lob-lolly pine.
It's a snowman rolled on a cold winter morn.
Each day during April, I will add a line to this poem. If you'd like to suggest lines, please leave your suggestions in the comments below.
Next Thursday is Poem in Your Pocket Day, April 18, 2013. Last week I shared with you how I've been making poetry pockets for some of my friends. Janet Wong, editor of THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY has created pockets with poems from the anthology. My poem, Keys , is one of the four. Also included are Petting Zoo by Laura Purdie Salas, Bluejay Sings Two Different Songs by Mary Lee Hahn, and Sack Lunch by Charles Waters.
And in the mail yesterday came a lovely surprise I wanted to share with you, Tabatha Yeatts sent me a FIB to carry in my pocket.
A Fibonacci Poem for Joy
by Tabatha Yeatts
Sneak
A
Poem
Into your
Pocket for those days
When your secret self needs a friend.
Thank you, Tabatha for letting me share your poem.
The Friday Poetry roundup is hosted this week by Diane Mayr at Random Noodling.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Road Find
Along the road,
on my walk today,
I picked up a nail,
and took it away.
Nothing special--
a stiff wire.
Thought it might cause
a flat tire.
Today is a great day to take a walk. Where will you walk to? Use all your senses, (well, maybe not taste) to observe along your walk. As soon as you get home write what you saw, smelled, heard, and felt. Can you make this into a poem? Perhaps a haiku or a fib? Have fun.
on my walk today,
I picked up a nail,
and took it away.
Nothing special--
a stiff wire.
Thought it might cause
a flat tire.
Today is a great day to take a walk. Where will you walk to? Use all your senses, (well, maybe not taste) to observe along your walk. As soon as you get home write what you saw, smelled, heard, and felt. Can you make this into a poem? Perhaps a haiku or a fib? Have fun.
Monday, August 22, 2011
CLOUDS
face
fish
a plane
or a dish
constantly changing
all day clouds blowing me away
The form of this poem is a fib. It is a six line poem with each syllable count adding with the lines before for a pattern of 1/1/2/3/5/8. Are there clouds for you to watch today? Can you write a poem about something your clouds inspire?
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Mayflies
Poor
small
Mayflies
can not eat
do not have a mouth
and only live 48 hours.
This is another FIB, that lovely mathematical poem
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