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zero · 05-14-2006, 07:25 AM

fib is a form of poetry similar to haiku, but based on the fibonacci sequence.
the fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8.
the only restriction on a fib is that the syllable count follow the fibonacci sequence.
example:

one
small,
precise,
poetic,
spiraling mixture:
math plus poetry yields the fib.

................................gregory k

to begin:

hands

.

Hyakujo's Fox · 05-14-2006, 07:41 AM

hands
that

Marcus Bales · 05-14-2006, 09:00 AM

hands
that
grasp me

xfox · 05-14-2006, 12:09 PM

hands
that
grasp me
see weakness

Marcus Bales · 05-14-2006, 12:31 PM

hands
that
grasp me
feel weakness
where I once had strength

zero · 05-14-2006, 02:24 PM

hands
that
grasp me
see weakness
where I once had strength
of eight - my heart is nearly pure.

Madmack · 06-14-2006, 10:49 AM

curved
swept
and tan
under old skies
he lay there waiting
and this is the story he told:

once
two
great ships
sailed across
the Indian Sea
one held life, the other held death

flags
white
bone dry
whispering
let me take you home
as night winds filled our dreaming sails

i
pledged
that I wouldn't

zero · 06-16-2006, 04:46 AM

curved
swept
and tan
under old skies
he lay there waiting
and this is the story he told:

once
two
great ships
sailed across
the Indian Sea
one held life, the other held death

flags
white
bone dry
whispering
let me take you home
as night winds filled our dreaming sails

i
pledged
that i
wouldn't steer

trisherina · 06-16-2006, 09:22 AM

curved
swept
and tan
under old skies
he lay there waiting
and this is the story he told:

once
two
great ships
sailed across
the Indian Sea
one held life, the other held death

flags
white
bone dry
whispering
let me take you home
as night winds filled our dreaming sails

i
pledged
that i
wouldn't steer
but let the currents

LeahDear · 06-16-2006, 09:24 AM

curved
swept
and tan
under old skies
he lay there waiting
and this is the story he told:

once
two
great ships
sailed across
the Indian Sea
one held life, the other held death

flags
white
bone dry
whispering
let me take you home
as night winds filled our dreaming sails

i
pledged
that i
wouldn't steer
but let the currents
take us wherever fate may choose

Brynn · 06-16-2006, 10:14 AM

curved
swept
and tan
under old skies
he lay there waiting
and this is the story he told:

once
two
great ships
sailed across
the Indian Sea
one held life, the other held death

flags
white
bone dry
whispering
let me take you home
as night winds filled our dreaming sails

i
pledged
that i
wouldn't steer
but let the currents
take us wherever fate may choose

he

seebe · 07-24-2007, 04:42 PM

^ Thank ya kindly.

New fib: When

zero · 07-25-2007, 07:53 AM

when
rain

Hyakujo's Fox · 07-25-2007, 08:04 AM

when
rain
won't fall

seebe · 07-25-2007, 08:08 AM

when
rain
won't fall
my tears will

05-14-2006, 07:25 AM	#1
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	fib fib is a form of poetry similar to haiku, but based on the fibonacci sequence. the fib is a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8. the only restriction on a fib is that the syllable count follow the fibonacci sequence. example: one small, precise, poetic, spiraling mixture: math plus poetry yields the fib. ................................gregory k to begin: hands . Last edited by zero : 05-14-2006 at 02:28 PM.

05-14-2006, 09:00 AM	#3
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	hands that grasp me __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

05-14-2006, 12:31 PM	#5
Marcus Bales ________________ Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, at the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, walled round with rocks as an inland island, the ghost of a garden fronts the sea. Posts: 8,967	hands that grasp me feel weakness where I once had strength __________________ My strength is as the strength of eight -- My heart is nearly pure.

06-14-2006, 10:49 AM	#7
Madmack ..it just started... Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: About where I need to be... Posts: 1,022	curved swept and tan under old skies he lay there waiting and this is the story he told: once two great ships sailed across the Indian Sea one held life, the other held death flags white bone dry whispering let me take you home as night winds filled our dreaming sails i pledged that I wouldn't __________________ 'I feel sorry for people who don't drink. They wake up in the morning and that's the best they're going to feel all day.' Dean Martin World Travel Tips

06-16-2006, 04:46 AM	#8
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	curved swept and tan under old skies he lay there waiting and this is the story he told: once two great ships sailed across the Indian Sea one held life, the other held death flags white bone dry whispering let me take you home as night winds filled our dreaming sails i pledged that i wouldn't steer Last edited by zero : 06-16-2006 at 04:52 AM.

05-14-2006, 07:41 AM	#2
Hyakujo's Fox left hanging Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream Posts: 10,071	hands that

05-14-2006, 12:09 PM	#4
xfox slightly effective Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: >>> Posts: 2,404	hands that grasp me see weakness

05-14-2006, 02:24 PM	#6
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	hands that grasp me see weakness where I once had strength of eight - my heart is nearly pure.

06-16-2006, 09:22 AM	#9
trisherina meretricious dilettante Join Date: Jan 2003 Posts: 11,068	curved swept and tan under old skies he lay there waiting and this is the story he told: once two great ships sailed across the Indian Sea one held life, the other held death flags white bone dry whispering let me take you home as night winds filled our dreaming sails i pledged that i wouldn't steer but let the currents __________________ Because how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. -- Annie Dillard

06-16-2006, 09:24 AM	#10
LeahDear monkey Join Date: Mar 2006 Posts: 1,538	curved swept and tan under old skies he lay there waiting and this is the story he told: once two great ships sailed across the Indian Sea one held life, the other held death flags white bone dry whispering let me take you home as night winds filled our dreaming sails i pledged that i wouldn't steer but let the currents take us wherever fate may choose

06-16-2006, 10:14 AM	#11
Brynn constantly amazed Join Date: Feb 2005 Location: in the labyrinth of shared happiness Posts: 6,206	curved swept and tan under old skies he lay there waiting and this is the story he told: once two great ships sailed across the Indian Sea one held life, the other held death flags white bone dry whispering let me take you home as night winds filled our dreaming sails i pledged that i wouldn't steer but let the currents take us wherever fate may choose he

07-24-2007, 04:42 PM	#12
seebe monkey Join Date: May 2007 Posts: 729	^ Thank ya kindly. New fib: When

07-25-2007, 07:53 AM	#13
zero ª ★ ª Join Date: May 2004 Location: lª m°°n Posts: 13,853	when rain

07-25-2007, 08:04 AM	#14
Hyakujo's Fox left hanging Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: between the click of the light and the start of the dream Posts: 10,071	when rain won't fall

07-25-2007, 08:08 AM	#15
seebe monkey Join Date: May 2007 Posts: 729	when rain won't fall my tears will

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