This
Is
Only
A test of
Your patience to with
Stand all that this life can throw at
You while the seas rise
And fall and
Tumult’s
‘round
You
Don’t
Flinch Catch
The ball that’s
Flung hurdled straight on
With the sun in your eyes blinding
You to the truth of all you squint at and do not see
It is beauty that grabs you by the neck
and will not release you
until you kiss it
full on
the
mouth
© Jilly's Poem & Photography
Fibonacci poetry was founded by Gregory K. Pincus
Care to learn more about this form?
Click here for a ten-year-old Poetic Asides post
in which Robert Brewer gives details.
Clearly, mine drifts a bit towards the end,
but math was never my strong suit.
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Jilly's 
blinding
You to the truth of all you squint at and do not see
It is beauty that grabs you by the neck
I love this! The fib is a fun form — and you are the queen of forms! You have left much to mull with few words.
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Thanks, Charley!
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Thanks for the intro to fibonacci poetry! Well done.
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Thanks, Beverly! I really love forms and this one makes me be choosy about every word, every syllable, and that’s a good thing.
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Ah, the fib! I haven’t tried this form in a while. This is all kinds of wonderful.
“It is beauty that grabs you by the neck
and will not release you
until you kiss it
full on
the
mouth”
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🙂 Glad you stopped by! (Boy, do I need a weekend! )
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I know I’m in for a treat when I do! Me too! Hope yours is a good one, Jilly.
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A rising and falling Fib with truth buried within. Fun.
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I love the count of syllables and what it does to rhythm… somehow we have to catch whatever life throws at us don’t we?
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Indeed, and it seems to be throwing fast balls at the moment 🙂
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Yes, such a fun fib form ~ Beauty does grab us by the neck & gives us pause ~
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Right now I think the Fib has me by the neck – still writing in the form today 🙂 Thanks for reading!
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I like the idea of the tumult being a test of patience and beauty grabbing us until we kiss it.
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True story – my Seniors were taking an online end of course test yesterday and the wifi crashed. I told them it was actually a test of their patience and, voila! it became a poem!
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Full on the mouth, as if there were any other way! Great bit of fib going on here, Jilly!
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Thanks, Walt!
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Their test became your story. I love poems taken from recent events. i’ve nevery tried to write a fib before, told quite a few 😦
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Ha! So, give it a go and then link me. I would love to read!
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🤣
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I’ll have to see what it is
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http://www.writersdigest.com/editor-blogs/poetic-asides/poets/fibonacci-poetry-a-new-poetic-form
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Thanks ma’am
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Full on the mouth indeed
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I needed the wisdom in this beautiful poem…❤️ thank you…❤️
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Sanaa, I am honored that you found a connection. Thank your for stopping by and for being beautiful You! Jilly
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