My Inspiration
A Fibonacci poem (FIB)
My Inspiration
This is an attempt at a Fibonacci poem (FIB) brought to my attention by Dharrsheena Raja Segarran’s poem “The Teardrop Crown” which you can read below.
The typical fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 - with as many syllables per line as the line's corresponding place in the Fibonacci sequence;
This is about how I am inspired to write. And features two Fibs as a single poem.
#1
When
You
Talk To
Me And Show
You Care, Share A Smile
You Are My Sweet Inspiration
#2
A
Word
From You
Lets Me Build
A World Of Wonder
To Share With All Who May Love Me
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Comments (6)
Great! Nice! Awesome! I will try! The format is great! I am ready for another! 😉💕
Thank you so much for the shoutout! I loved both your poems! They were so lovely! 💖
Fabulous! Love the fibonacci sequence!💖💕
Nicely written... Easy to read...
Very good.
Lovely poems, Mike!