Here are 4 more Fibonacci poems I’ve written:
“A Reason for Mermaids. A Season for Drowning.”
with beautiful songs
No one will save you from drowning.
“What is it That I Want?”
But how do I get
What I’m not even sure about?
“So This is Dying”
with its gaping mouth
I see no ledge to hang on to.
“Easy to Forget”
Just kidding. You’ll forget me soon.
What is a “Fibonacci poem?” It’s a poem that has 6 lines and follows this certain pattern:
Line 1: 1 syllable
Line 2: 1 syllable
Line 3: 2 syllables
Line 4: 3 syllables
Line 5: 5 syllables
Line 6: 8 syllables
Here are three Fibonacci poems I’ve written:
“With Age — Understanding”
why things are this way
and why things didn’t turn out right.
“Lord Bacon: concealed poet”
Sir Francis Bacon,
He is the poet and playwright.
“It’s One or the Other”
There is no middle
No maybe. No uncertainty.
Why don’t you give it a go? It’s pretty easy… and addicting. I’ve written a bunch of these and will be posing them in installments!
(Note: I submitted this piece for 100 Word Story‘s June ’15 photo prompt. I’ve included the photo below. I guess you could call this my dedication to Vinvent Vang Gogh and a sarcastic commentary on art criticism and fame in the art world.)
Van Gogh and the Wise Sunflower
by T. K. Jones
Photo credit: Kris Williams
“Did you know that the sky is a pool, where lights can swim? Paint what you see,” the sunflower urged Vincent Van Gogh. “Though none will care while you are here amongst the living.”
“You don’t need to remind me of my failures,” Van Gogh groaned. He sucked the tip of his paintbrush.
“Don’t waste your paints on your sad, hungry mouth. You’ve so much to give,” assured the sunflower.
Vincent squinted at the synchronized swimming of yellow and white streaking against the blue backdrop. He took liberties that would be much appreciated. Only after he was dead and buried.
© June 2015, T. K. Jones