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.
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…..)
you pass her
and you both will know
you are young and raw, half-bitten,
spitten in disgust like fruit picked before its season.
on the trees,
a reverse whirlwind
and an impossible sunset
seeking their origins, the life from whence they came.