One thing that helps me during this month of poetry discipline is forms. When I have something to say, words to use, form can help me with a placement that sometimes leads to wisdom or a nice image. Amy Rudd linked up to DigiLit Sunday yesterday reminding me of the Fib poem. This form is based on the mathematical Fibonacci sequence which begins with 1,1,2,3,5,8.
I came home from a quick weekend trip to find African iris blooming in the courtyard. I did not plant these. The prior owners did, so they delight and surprise me each year. I gathered words from a Google search and wrote two fibs.
African Iris Fibs
Sword
Leaves
Flowers
Delicate
Open only a day
Walk across the garden to you.
New
blooms
daily
butterfly
wings, African grace
welcome me to this rainforest.
Follow the Progressive Poem to Irene’s site Live your Poem.
Reflections on the Teche 