Saturday Pomes & Words, 23/11/2024

Fibonacci Five - a little poem

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I wasn’t going to post anything today, or this week, for that matter, but I only just noticed that my Windows operating system is telling me that today is apparently Fibonacci Day.

I am sure some people find these ‘days’ irritating as hell, especially the anti-woke crowd, but I think I like them. There should be more to celebrate in this world - I mean, there is, it’s just most people are so wrapped up in their own troubles they don’t have the time, or the freedom and the guile.

And of course, for sure, some things should be thought about every day - to reduce them to just one day is kind of like saying you can forget about them for the rest of the year. A bit like Norwich, where I used to live, where, it was said, there were 365 pubs and 52 churches - so you could get drunk every day and repent once a week.

Anyway, it being Fibonacci Day, it reminded me that one of the special features on the menu for my Kundalini poetry collection was my frivolous Fibonacci experiment. As you may have guessed I do love my numbers games, so I thought I would take the Fibonacci sequence, apply it to all the poems in the collection, and see what emerges at the end.

I shall explain. The Fibonacci sequence is simply adding the previous two numbers together to get the next one. It occurs a lot in nature, as it happens. So if you start with zero and one, then you have 0+1=1, 1+1=2, 1+2=3, 2+3=5, 3+5=8, 5+8=13, and so on.

So I took poems numbers 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, etc., then extracted lines 1, 2, 3, 5 etc. from each of them, and put them together.

The first one came out a bit T.S. Eliot, ironically enough, but as a true sign that magic so definitely exists in nature and this world, the final, fifth iteration was, indeed, magical.

And this is the simple one I am going to share with you today.

I might share the first four iterations at some point, but for now, this final one stands on its lovely own.

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Fibonacci rose and violet

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Fibonacci Five

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I was seventeen,
The thoughts
She gave me dew

Different. It’s so simple, love.


Valleys and mountainous feelings, and

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Sometimes simple is best.

Now I am going to have a glass of wine and sit by the fire.

Have a lovely Saturday, until next time, for some more Afterlife Fragments.

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