Fibonacci

[UnderYourSpell]

Here
in
England
it is past
my bedtime and so
brain refuses syllable counts.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Pock
Marks
Under
Scrutiny
Mirror cratered heart
On sleeve worn thin from heavy use

 

[pelegrino]

NEW

New
name
nuclear,
new nonsense,
new face too nasty,
new order of things, not human.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Strewn
Toys
Scatter
At foot falls
Of a running child
Looking for refuge from rough hands
Out of sight and mind
The Legos
Hold ground
Fight
Back​

 

[Trixareforkids]

Dive
In
Slice through
Sound the waters
Feel the echo of
Distant cousins calling you back
To your origins
Mourn that you
Can't go
Home
Again​

 

[Trixareforkids]

High
Heels
Click clack
Staccato
Rhythm that moves blood
Faster through pulsing veins, expands
Senses ignites desire
For carnal
Knowledge
Shared
Again​

 

[UnderYourSpell]

You seem to have found your calling

 

[Trixareforkids]

You seem to have found your calling

Nah, just distracting the gremlins in my head.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Salt
Is
The taste
You have left
Till death do us part
Selfish death came for you alone
Taking only part
Of me along
Enough
To
Wound​

 

[Trixareforkids]

The
Hum
And moan
Swell and crest
Your didgeridoo
Plays me a sweet sonic tune that blows
Through me in crashing
Waves pulling
Me to
Your
Shore​

 

[Trixareforkids]

I
Say,
Stop it,
Take a break.
Rest your weary mind.
But I don't listen to myself.
No one does really
I wonder
Why we
Still
Speak​

 

[Trixareforkids]

Stars
Stars
Every
Where there's stars
Read this, don't read that
Can't you read the stars for fucks sake
They tell you what's good
And what's bad
Why read
At
All​

 

[Neonurotic]

I have to write at least one for a challenge that's coming up, so who'd like to suffer...um...create along with me?


A fibonacci is a poem that follows the Fibonacci mathematical sequence for syllable count per line.

Ack, I've always written them in words, not syllables.

 

[Trixareforkids]

I
Don't
Waste time
Wondering
What if this or that
Living here and now is enough

 

[DesEsseintes]

Thinking of number-ruled poetry forms, I used to make students write sestinas which works surprisingly well (weaker ones can just choose their words, more able ones enjoy playing with the restrictions). I had one or two who decided to challenge themselves with Swinburne's mad double rhymed sestina, with varying success. I just wondered if anyone else has tried this wonderful, maddening form?

My on-topic contribution:

Fall
Down.
Fall up.
The dead ground
Neither knows nor cares
But waits for our slow sacrifice.
​

 

[Trixareforkids]

I know sestinas have been discussed here somewhere but I couldn't find the thread. . One of the long-timers will probably be able to dredge it up.

 

[Remec]

I want to try one that goes up to eight and then back down to one. Where is everyone? Get in here and try this you slackers!

I just found this this morning, but here have this one while I get myself ungroggy and see what new material I can come up with.

 

[Remec]

Central Thread

I
am
but an
egg, afloat
in the life water
until my time to
become God,
or so
I
grok.
​

(yeah, I'm sliding subject matter from one thread to another again. )

 

[Angeline]

The
Hum
And moan
Swell and crest
Your didgeridoo
Plays me a sweet sonic tune that blows
Through me in crashing
Waves pulling
Me to
Your
Shore​

This is my favorite of yours so far, you prolific biotch.

Ack, I've always written them in words, not syllables.

My understanding is that you can do either words or syllables. I just said syllables because that is what my challenge calls requires. You're just fine, bro.

I
Don't
Waste time
Wondering
What if this or that
Living here and now is enough

Amen to this one!

Thinking of number-ruled poetry forms, I used to make students write sestinas which works surprisingly well (weaker ones can just choose their words, more able ones enjoy playing with the restrictions). I had one or two who decided to challenge themselves with Swinburne's mad double rhymed sestina, with varying success. I just wondered if anyone else has tried this wonderful, maddening form?

My on-topic contribution:

Fall
Down.
Fall up.
The dead ground
Neither knows nor cares
But waits for our slow sacrifice.
​

This is beautiful. Thanks for sharing it.

I have a well-developed phobia of sestinas, having struggled through a bunch of them, including one I tried to do in iambic pentameter and the Elizabethan sonnet rhyme scheme. It turned some of my hair white.

Central Thread

I
am
but an
egg, afloat
in the life water
until my time to
become God,
or so
I
grok.
​

(yeah, I'm sliding subject matter from one thread to another again. )

You get extra points for the use of "grok."

 

[Angeline]

I've
had
one of
those days where
ev'rything is up
side down but the rain come zipping
from an angry sky,
filling a hole
in my
left
shoe.​

 

[Angeline]

I.
I've
had
one of
those days where
ev'rything is up
side down but the rain come zipping
from an angry sky,
filling a hole
in my
left
shoe.


II.
You
know
such truths,
rain and sky
inglor'ous damp dread
made winter by those sons of York--
OK maybe not sons of York,
but dammit some son
of a bitch
should fix
my
shoes.​

 

[Angeline]

Maine
skies
are thick,
painterly
and sincerely blue
but trompe l'oeil in cottony
deceptions, open
mouths that rant
rain, ice,
snow
snow.

The
dawn
arrives
too early.
It can't be five yet,
but sunshine pokes through lidded blinds
and squirrels scramble
in rafters
above
my
head.​

 

[Angeline]

Try.
Make
your mouth
linger on
lips for desire
is the compass of your passion
and the paths are your direction;
soft, plush and willing.
Understand
that love
must
give.​

 

[Trixareforkids]

Days
Like
Today
Make me want
To shave my head bald
Then I remember that the hair
Is the barrier
Keeping sweat
Outta
My
Eyes​

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Thinking of number-ruled poetry forms, I used to make students write sestinas which works surprisingly well (weaker ones can just choose their words, more able ones enjoy playing with the restrictions). I had one or two who decided to challenge themselves with Swinburne's mad double rhymed sestina, with varying success. I just wondered if anyone else has tried this wonderful, maddening form?

My on-topic contribution:

Fall
Down.
Fall up.
The dead ground
Neither knows nor cares
But waits for our slow sacrifice.
​

I know sestinas have been discussed here somewhere but I couldn't find the thread. . One of the long-timers will probably be able to dredge it up.

Sestinas don't have to be long and stodgy
.
Theme a little theme of me