TELLING FIBS
This
Life
Is short
Remember
Honest and modest
You’re not in a beauty contest.
So
When
I’m gone
Do not pray
For my godliness
Just remember my gentleness.
If
I
Survive
To be old
One hundred and five
I hope it’s worth being alive.
But
It
Only
Merits it
If you are still there
To continue our love affair.
I am grateful to M.Zane McClellan who in his January 2016 poem ‘Repeating Pattern’ on The Poetry Channel, introduced me to The format of the Fibonacci Poem. He also gave in his blog the reference to the article on the ‘Poetry Foundation’ website, which gives the history of this fascinating verse format: What’s a Fib? Math plus poetry.
Essentially the ‘Fib’, as it’s creator, Gregory K. Pincus, calls it, will have 20 syllables in total, with the syllables in each of the 6 lines increasing in the Fibonacci sequence familiar in Mathematics and in Nature, that is: 1,1,2,3,5,8… ,
In my first attempt at this format, I have attempted to write a poem of 4 connected verses, with the added feature of making the last two lines in each verse rhyme.
Roland's Ragbag 