Reading and writing poetry is a small but significant part of my Grief Journey. Poems, via careful choice of words, can house deep, profound thoughts and feelings within a relatively short amount of space. Since I am not a verbose person nor a prolific writer, this form has suited me - see post of my fledgling attempts.
I have been reading through the posts on last month's National Poetry Month Blog Tour, hosted by Savvy Verse & Wit and came across this post on Fibonacci poems by Tabatha Yeatts.
In 2006, Gregory K came up with the idea to marry the mathematical Fibonacci sequence and poetry. "The Fib" is a "six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 – the classic Fibonacci sequence."- see his original post.
My first attempts at the Fib:
Gone
Life
Death
He's gone
by his hand.
Sun and moon have stopped;
irrevocably changed - damn Death!
Negative Space
Blank
Void
Empty
Negative
space in my red heart,
un-fillable except by him.
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