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.
Love Falls
ReplyDeleteLove
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
That form is IMPOSSIBLE. I won't touch it with a 5, 8 or 13 foot pole!
ReplyDeleteOK, fine. I love the prompt And as always, I love Jane's contributions here.
Should I Write A Fib?
ReplyDeleteYes!
No!
Maybe?
I don't know.
I cannot decide.
Please ask me again tomorrow.
very funny.
DeleteHa, Tim! Good one.
ReplyDeleteJane
Spinach
ReplyDeleteNo.
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
wow. so bad it's not even worth cake? I love it.
DeleteHah! Kate rules!
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ReplyDeleteRound 2…
Deletecuppa
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.
Thanks, Jane! I like the illumined manuscript wings.
ReplyDeleteGrowing
ReplyDeleteI
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!
RASCAL
ReplyDeleteI
love
Elaine
except when
she eats my dessert,
winks at me, that food loving flirt!
(c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.
MY NIECE
ReplyDeleteI
love
my niece
Amani
She runs at top speed
leaps in my arms when I see her.
(c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.