Fibonacci Poem # 34

Fibonacci Poem # 34.

Fibonacci Poems

The face of god for me is a flower.

one

I wrote these poems in a state of Fibonacci and I call them my Fibonacci Poems…   The small book will be coming out one of this days…. when I gather them together… ?


Fibonacci Poem Number # 89

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.

I am working on a little poem book so I can present the full Fibonacci Poems sequence in a satisfying way.

The Fibonacci Sequence as sound


I only heard something new today due to the fact of my excellent headphones. Total 360 degrees sound. Also known as a 3D audio effect. The song is called The Best Way to Travel. This album was recorded in 1968. I invite you to listen to the song.

In my poetry section I have authored poems entitled the Fibonacci Poems based on the sequence of the Fibonacci Numbers. In general, this is the form of the spiral in nature. I was awakened to the Fibonacci Sequence as sound within this song and I was touched like a child. I guess I was ready to hear it or ready to see it. Pretty impressive…

To hear and capture the Fibonacci sequence within a Moody Blues song recorded in 1968 is a wonder to me. Who are these guys??  My focus is on the song not the images in the You Tube presentation. So, close your eyes and have an experience…of the spiral of nature. It sounds like a little electrical cricket. A little glitch in the beginning of the song. but hanging on it goes away in a moment’s time.


Fibonacci Poem # 2

wind

cool upon

 me on my neck

embrace around me flowing clean

from the wide French door from the outdoors

windy trees dancing shadows from the clouds moving blowing round forward coolness beauty

 tickle me nature call me wind upon my nape around my body pull my mind towards your intelligent feelings of nature.

Fibonacci Poem # 1

dark

green curved

leaf foggy herb

smells reflective round watery dew

drop the ocean hill etched into the broken

rocks falls down into salty small sand crab alert and foam carries away

 tumbling inhales dark and light green leaf and beige and black crab into the tide tangled seaweed into the consumed blue.