Fibs

A couple of people have sent me links talking about this new poetic form called fibs. Based on the Fibonacci sequence, fibs are 6 line, 20 syllable poems with the syllable counts going 1/1/2/3/5/8.

Now as most of you know, I've always been a sucker for challenges, plus this one actually combines math and poetry, so I couldn't resist.

Here are my first few tries (warning: more might follow):

1.

The
fugue
begins,
spirals, dies.
On the other hand
the world expands, and cannot stop.

2.

Smell
of
omelettes
from vanished
kitchens; sunlight spills
over me, yellow as an egg.

3.

The
rose
opens.
Each petal
expanding into
as many more. Beauty arrives.

4.

Are
these
poems?
Yes. There are
things left unsaid in
them, there is fear of falling short.

5.

We
start
with a
syllable,
achieve line; perhaps,
if we are lucky, a poem.

One
word,
then two,
we follow
the sequence, hoping
that somehow it will all add up.

Me,
you:
adding
together,
line by shy line, all
our sad, seperate love poems.

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