Micropoetry Month: Nov 2017: #5

I’ve only attempted one Fibonacci poem before and that time I went up to 21 syllables (8 lines). This time the muse was more generous: 10 lines with 55 syllables on the last line! Is it still micropoetry?

Give it a shot anyway! The number of syllables in each line follows the Fibonacci sequence  (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55…)!

Bring your own micropoem to the party – any form, no form, whatever inspires you today! Use the comments form or Mister Linky to share!

let’s

say

life just

birthed itself

let’s just say we are

part amoeba, part fish, part ape,

even part question wilting in the rain, still waiting

for the melding of machine and man that will explain what there was before gravity,

what happens when we stare at oceans and skies, why certain words know how to bind themselves into poems, why love is more difficult than hate,

lets say this as we argue over colour of skin, as we craft an apocalypse, as if that matters more than moonlight streaming into our eyes, unobserved, part gill, part opposable thumb, part petal, part sun, part answer.