I
think
these might
be kind of
fun--let's give them a
try. Do we have any takers?


Fibs

I
think
by ’fib’
you refer
to Fibonacci’s
numerical sequence, in which
each number is the sum of the two preceding ones.
When you get to lines of twenty one syllables, or, even worse, to the next line which
must necessarily have no less than thirty four, the base of this magnificently organic construction fades into thinner air.

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[This message has been edited by nyctom (edited April 16, 2006).]

Oh
great.
One more
metrical
syllable-counting
challenge. Haiku and tanka rules
are all I want. Picture me counting on my fingers.

[This message has been edited by Maryann Corbett (edited April 15, 2006).]

Ah!
I
like the
Rumsfeld one!
These do seem to work
better if you go as far as
thirteen somehow. Like ending on a long fermata.

Pine-
app-
les are a
fibbonaci fruit
and also Wallace Stevens'
astute image of strict poetic form's sweet virtues.

-Dan



[This message has been edited by Daniel Pereira (edited April 15, 2006).]

If
I
only
undersood
mathematical
reasoning this might make some sense,
but shouldn't it at least rhyme, or am I being dense?

Rage,
rage
against
the dying
of the light. And you,
my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go...


[Plagiarism...such an ugly word. I prefer the term found poem.]

[This message has been edited by Julie Stoner (edited April 15, 2006).]

Bob,
mob
fashions
and passions
mostly tend to fix
on light, one-dimensional tricks.
Asking people to fib-count syllables AND to rhyme —
that’s really fairly taxing — like expecting them to fart and chew gum at the same time.





[This message has been edited by Henry Quince (edited April 16, 2006).]