now is body soul here be home quiet reading typing breathing life newspapers coffee cats music tired eyelids sleepy body feeling my face while my husband is doing I know he is reading silence and little sounds static in my ears thinking what to write and feeling it all now as paper crackles movement.
(due to the layout of this theme … I can not display this poem the way it is meant to be. As I designed each line to correspond with the Fibonacci sequence… 1,2,3,5,8,13,21. ~ Holly Cornell
I am working on a little poem book so I can present the full Fibonacci Poems sequence in a satisfying way…)