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):
On the other hand
the world expands, and cannot stop.
kitchens; sunlight spills
over me, yellow as an egg.
as many more. Beauty arrives.
Yes. There are
things left unsaid in
them, there is fear of falling short.
achieve line; perhaps,
if we are lucky, a poem.
the sequence, hoping
that somehow it will all add up.
line by shy line, all
our sad, seperate love poems.