Whilst perusing my latest copy of SEED magazine, I came across an interesting poetry structure not unlike a haiku. What I’m talking about is “the Fib,” which is a poetic structure based on the Fibonacci sequence; the lines consist of 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 (and so on) syllables. While SEED published the “fib” poetry of Jason Zuzga, I thought I’d try my hand at them in my very own forum right here.
Shyness
Fish
dive
deeply,
mouths agape,
fins proud and ragged,
filtering the oceans apart
until shimmer-hooked and then flopping in boat bottoms,
when gills heave, gasp, drowning in air; eyes glaze
like dropped marbles, clouded and cracked, but holding.
(More under the fold…..)
Ego
She
will
nod as
you pass her
and you both will know
you are young and raw, half-bitten,
spitten in disgust like fruit picked before its season.
Heaven
Dead
leaves
jump back
on the trees,
a reverse whirlwind
and an impossible sunset
seeking their origins, the life from whence they came.