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Saturday, September 6, 2014

Writing Exercise - The Fibonacci Poem

 by Ashley Lister

 I’ve never liked mathematics. When I was at school, pocket calculators had just been invented. For me that seemed to make the concept of mathematics redundant. Why did I need to learn algebra and equations when I could get a pocket calculator to do that stuff for me? Nowadays, when I possess a smartphone that’s capable of doing advanced mathematics with very little input from me, my need to know how to manipulate numbers has become almost obsolete.

However, I think it’s important to know about Fibonacci numbers. For those who are unfamiliar with the concept, this is the number series that goes 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21… As you will have noticed each number is the sum of the previous pair of numbers.

This can be applied to poetry, specifically with the syllabic form of the Fibonacci Poem:

You
Me
Us two
Together
Naked and awkward
Until you do that special thing
And I respond with a kiss that never seems to end

The length of the Fibonacci Poem is your choice. The one I’ve penned above goes up to a 13 syllable line, the one below only goes as far as the eight syllable line.

Spank!
Ouch!
Buttocks
Warm and red
Deserving much more
Spank spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank, spank.

Whatever length you decide to work with, it would be fun to see your Fibonacci Poems in the comments box below.


Ash

3 comments:

  1. Fellatio
    by Lisabet Sarai

    Lips.
    Tongue.
    Penis
    spilling tears,
    smearing my eager
    cheeks. My mouth seeks the searing heat
    of your silky, swollen, unrelenting, urgent cock.
    I'm on my knees, brought to shameless begging for one blessed, bitter taste of your desire.

    The last is wrapping (21 syllables) but should be one line. And you have to scan "blessed" as two syllables, as in "Blessed be".

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  2. Don't you just love the way these forms make us focus on our pronunciation? I was reading 'tears' as two syllables at first (tee-urs, the way we pronounce it here in the North of England) and it's a cool reminder that I should be reading your poem in your voice: not mine.

    Love it.

    Ash

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    1. Thanks, Ash. Writing this was an interesting experience. The words came spilling out with their own rhythm, telling me how they wanted to be pronounced.

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