Distortion (Fibonacci)

Age

sags

with drooped

heaviness,

settles into a

stretched elongated wrinkled form.

Youth’s beauty fades to distorted hound-dog faces.

Eventually we return to the ground as water evaporates to dust.

∞

Fibonacci:  a non-rhyming poem structured with the Fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 etc).  Fibonacci sequence is adding the two prior numbers together to get the new number.   If one starts at “zero” then the first two lines are single syllable. Most poems stop at 13 syllables for the last line.

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Spark (Fibonacci)

“Spark”

lights up

……IDEA…….

Vision awakens

 as neurotransmitters ignite.

This energy releases to surrounding neurons

as images coalesce into fireworks of concussive epiphany.

≅

A fibonacci for your July 4th celebrations.  Epiphany feels like the spark that turns into a firework to me.

Fibonacci:  a non-rhyming poem structured with the Fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 etc).  Fibonacci sequence is adding the two prior numbers together to get the new number.   If one starts at “zero” then the first two lines are single syllable. Most poems stop at 13 syllables for the last line.  

 

Catharsis (Fibonacci)

Vile

dart.

Piercing

hindsight thoughts

bring anguish and grief.

Remove this Vile Thing from my brain!

Memories flow out with arterial bleeding;

Flushed out with unconstipated relief, as catharsis regains hold on reality.

∞

Sometimes I find that memories elicit visceral feelings so images of bleeding and constipation feel rather fitting.

 

Fibonacci:  a non-rhyming poem structured with the Fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 etc).  Fibonacci sequence is adding the two prior numbers together to get the new number.   If one starts at “zero” then the first two lines are single syllable. Most poems stop at 13 syllables for the last line.  

Regret (Fibonacci)

Black
Sorrow
Relentless
Gravitational
Teetering into an abyss
Memories circling around an event horizon
Conscious choice; slingshot away or fall over the edge to a place of no return

≅

I like to put images on my feelings; regret feels like this to me and sucks me into a dark place.  In these times, I find that reading the Bible and praying are the best tools to combat it, then afterwards get busy.  In DBT, the skill “turning the mind” is important in changing one’s thought pattern.  Getting busy– doing something– and stopping the thought are essential to climbing out of that prison.

Fibonacci poems use the fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 2, 3, 5 etc)  to structure the number of syllables in a line.  The number of lines are flexible but generally dictated by the limitation in the number of syllables one can use.

 

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Rigid Thinking (Fibonacci)

Life

Game On!

Inner moves,

personality,

colors our inner perspective.

Positive or negative thought patterns create moods.

Black pessimism or white optimism? Wise choices change the outcome of your game.

≅

Fibonacci poems use the fibonacci sequence.  Each line contains the number of syllables in the sequence (1,2,3,5 etc

Odd poem you say?  Let me reframe it a bit.  I recently watched a thought-provoking documentary by BBC personality and journalist Michael Mosley called “Don’t Worry Be Happy”.  In it Michael explores the basic makeup of his personality and learns how to modify his naturally negative perspective.  Research into personalities has shown that persons with a natural bent toward optimism life on average 7 1/2 years longer than people who see ‘the glass half empty’.  Michael has chronic insomnia and anxiety and his personality testing showed that his right frontal cortex, where negative emotions are generated, was three times more active than his left.

Michael started a program to modify his negative thinking using two proven therapies. Cognitive Bias Modification is a simple process where one looks at mixed facial images and picks out the pleasant and happy faces for 10-15 minutes a day.  Mindfulness meditation is a process where one clears the mind and focus’ on deep abdominal breathing starting with a few minutes a day and working up to 20 minutes a day.

At the end of 8 weeks Michael  was sleeping better than he had in years and felt much more relaxed.  His re-testing showed that his right frontal cortex was only slightly more active than his left, a remarkable improvement.

Can depression and dark thinking lead to illness? It is known that persons with mental health disorders live shorter lives than the general population.  I believe in the mind-body connection, and I wonder whether some of my medical illnesses will some day be traced to my negative perspective.   I am the girl who, at age three, had two very interesting sentences to everything:  “I can’t like it” and “I can’t want to.”  While my family has laughed over that over the years, I wonder if I would have been healthier had I been given the skills to change my inner thinking.  To change what is so ingrained is a daunting task indeed.

Addendum:  I actually posted this a couple years ago in another blog. I did not know that I actually have Borderline Personality Disorder.  It is often misdiagnosed as Bipolar.

Pretense (Fibonacci)

Must

I

daily

 dip my lips

  in a boiling vat

of poisonous lies as I swear

allegiance to these egomaniac psychopaths?

But O! Treacherous brain! Weary of political insanity, I long to flee………

Inevitably as the new day dawns I peel away the acrid flesh, re-painting a veneer crooked as the pretenses they espouse…..

∞

Wow. You are wondering what bee got into my bonnet?  Don’t you ever feel the same way but just cannot express it?  We say we have free speech, but you and I know that we do not in some areas of our lives.  At least not without severe consequences.  I feel like much of my life is lived as an abused fish in a very small, dirty fishbowl.  I definitely needed a poetic laxative 🙂 and this, er, spilled out as a Fibonacci.  I have never created a Fib out to 34 syllables, so this is a first for me.  It was rife with technical goof ups, but in the end says what I meant it to relate.

Fibonacci: popularized in 2006 by poet Greg Pincus, who used the Fibonacci sequence as lines in a poem.  The fib sequence uses the prior 2 numbers to create the next number: 0/ 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34.

Stroke (Fibonacci)

Strokes
glide
over
sultry skin
as lashes flicker;
Sensual butterfly kisses
dip and dive into my intimate body parts.
Moaning, this torturous caress conflagrates tickled nerves into a phoenix re-born

What can I say?  A “hot” poem for a “hot” summer night…….   🙂

Fibonacci:  a non-rhyming poem structured with the Fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 etc).  Fibonacci sequence is adding the two prior numbers together to get the new number.   If one starts at “zero” then the first two lines are single syllable. Most poems stop at 13 syllables for the last line.  

Unbalanced (Fibonacci)

I
am….
unsynched
pendulum…..
unbalanced yin-yang.
These fatal bipolar errors
draw dice-engraved grave markings in technicolor hues.
Medicated, I bury my tortured personality in hard fractal layers.

∞

Fibonacci:  a non-rhyming poem structured with the Fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 etc).  Fibonacci sequence is adding the two prior numbers together to get the new number.   If one starts at “zero” then the first two lines are single syllable. Most poems stop at 13 syllables for the last line.  

 

Scarred Breast (Fibonacci)

Scars…
Seems…
Raised ridges.
Smooth pink colored ropes,
a picture frame around my breast.
Rounded smooth flesh protrudes from neat embroidered stitches
like a bra with an underwire tucked tight and smooth. Soft transplanted flesh fills out the whole.

«ð»

 

I am often asked to describe what my transplanted breast looks like.  This is one attempt in Fibonacci form.  It is my unwanted reality.

Written for Prompt 39 An Unwanted Reality by mindlovemisery

Fibonacci: a poem with syllabic lines of 0 or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21 and so on.  The prior two lines make the syllabic number for the following line.  Most poets stop at 13 syllables. 

Anxious Moments (Fibonacci)

NOW.
Short
of Breath,
ANXIETY
forces Terse Awareness.
Harmonious insight eludes….
Unsettled thoughts leap from irritated nerve endings.
Insistant What-How-When-Now intrudes these stygnian synapses with minute distress.

ÅÑχÌËΤψ

I am anxious, so anxious.  My dad is in ICU in respiratory failure and I feel like I am living in a repeating nightmare that wont end until I get the day right.  I hope that we as a family will make the right decisions for him and not let our own grief prolong suffering if the doctors don’t think he will survive, or survive intact as his neurological status is in question as well.

Fibonacci poetic form: uses the Fibonacci sequence for syllables on each line: 0 or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21