Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Tuesday Poetry Stretch - Feeling Fibonnaci

Have you seen this?


If you want more, you check out Part 2, and Part 3 of Doodling in Math Class: Spirals, Fibonnaci, and Being a Plant. Oh heck, while you're there check out Vi Hart's channel where math + art = poetry!

Now that you've seen the video, I know you're itching to write a Fib (or at least I am).

Greg K. from GottaBook posted his first Fib entry on April 1st, 2006. Was it an April Fool's joke? I think not. Here is an excerpt that describes the form of a Fib.
I wanted something that required more precision. That led me to a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 – the classic Fibonacci sequence. In short, start with 0 and 1, add them together to get your next number, then keep adding the last two numbers together for your next one.
In the post More Fibbery, Greg talks about some of the rules he follows when writing. Here are a few of them.
Since I started Fibbing to focus on word choice, the one rule I've held myself to is "no articles in the one syllable lines." I also try not to use conjunctions, though part of that is that when I use them, I start singing School House Rock and annoy the neighbors.
You can read lots more about Fibs at GottaBook. So, just a reminder, here is the sequence for your Fib. Each of these numbers represents the syllable count for that line.
1
1
2
3
5
8
You can keep going if you like, just remember to add the previous number to the current line to get the next number of syllables.

So, your challenge is to write a Fib. Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results later this week.

14 comments:

  1. Love Falls

    Love
    Just
    Astounds,
    Then rebounds,
    Like a bouncing ball
    That hits the net and after falls.


    Angel Wings

    Gold
    Inked
    In flight,
    Illumined
    Like a manuscript
    Set by a monk’s believing hand.


    Between Mountains

    Notch
    And
    Notch,
    Then again.
    Who’s knife made these cuts
    Irregular and yet so fine?

    All three poems © Jane Yolen, all rights reserved

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  2. That form is IMPOSSIBLE. I won't touch it with a 5, 8 or 13 foot pole!

    OK, fine. I love the prompt And as always, I love Jane's contributions here.

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  3. Should I Write A Fib?

    Yes!
    No!
    Maybe?
    I don't know.
    I cannot decide.
    Please ask me again tomorrow.

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  4. Spinach

    No.
    Won't.
    Slimy
    nuclear
    waste green wrinkled slug
    lying in wait on my plate. Hate
    is a small word for how I feel. Not even for cake.

    --Kate Coombs, 2012
    all rights reserved

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    1. wow. so bad it's not even worth cake? I love it.

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    1. Round 2…

      cuppa

      one
      cup
      at six
      a.m.—I’m
      good to go all day.
      half-cup six p.m.—toss (& turn) all night.


      beebo

      one
      cold
      beer plus
      two bags chips
      add up to one good
      time—hope the evening never ends.

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  6. Thanks, Jane! I like the illumined manuscript wings.

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  7. Growing

    I
    am
    bigger
    all the time.
    I am growing like
    a vine. I am climbing to the
    space above the house, the ground, the clouds, and even you.

    (c) Liz Steinglass, 2012

    Awesome video! I love science and poetry. What a great way to combine them!

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  8. RASCAL

    I
    love
    Elaine
    except when
    she eats my dessert,
    winks at me, that food loving flirt!

    (c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.

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  9. MY NIECE

    I
    love
    my niece
    Amani
    She runs at top speed
    leaps in my arms when I see her.

    (c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.

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