No
sleep
to still
racing thoughts
to slow racing heart
to erase marks of hopelessness.
[What's not to like about a fib? I'm one of those people who enjoy math, so I appreciate the fib's basis in the Fibonacci sequence. Find out more about fibs at the Poetry Foundation.]
[Written for One Single Impression, a place where real poets hang, and that's no fib.]
6 comments:
Love it.
1,1,2,3,5,8 syllables (Who do we appreciate? Math teachers, that's who!)
Patois, you so clever in your shaped form.
Next is 13, 21, 34, 55 ... I will always remember 12th is 144.
I learned tonight, about rabbits, sunflowers, bees, and right triangles.
Besides form, your poem is picking up the pace rather fast! Just like the sequence.
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Patois;
Very nice work and you are doubly giving us a treat, lessons and all those lines...?
You pictured well how it is to suffer from insomnia...
I like your fib!
And I like how you say what you say.
This satisfied my mathematic sensibilities very much!
I love a good fib and this is wonderful!
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