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The Ghosts of You and I

I liked the idea of the piku form when I saw it on Amy‘s blog, so that is today’s experiment. Let me know how I did.

The Ghosts of You and I

the ghost of
asked your ghost which

body to
upon return

to this earth.
smiled and said not

to worry;
will find ourselves.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.



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Fibonacci Sequence

I don’t know if all of you know this, but I’m kiiiind of a nerd. That poem I wrote, Subatomic Love, might have clued you in. Or parts of In Daddy’s Genes. I like comic books, video games, Dungeons and Dragons, fantasy and science fiction (it’s SF not sci-fi! haha) in all their various forms like movies novels poetry music art whatever, science of many varieties, and mathematics. This is relevant to poetry, I promise.
In fact, it has been argued that writing itself is a nerdy sort of thing. If that’s true then I never want to be cool. But back to what I was saying.

So, if you know a bit about mathematical concepts, you’re probably familiar with Fibonacci’s sequence. Start with 0 and 1, and you add the second number to the sum of the preceding pair. Like, 0+1 = 1, so the sum of the pair is 1 and the second number is 1. Therefore your next pair is 1 and 1. 1+1=2, then 1+2=3, so 2+3=5, then 3+5=8, then 5+8=13, and on into infinity. 0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55… It’s also a neat way to approximate the golden ratio (works best with the higher numbers, because 8/5=1.60000, but 55/34=1.617647, and then 89/55=1.61818, where the golden ratio is 1.61803, so you can get pretty close if you don’t need a lot of digits), if you’re into irrational numbers. I’m pretty fond of pi. And pie. Mmm, now I want fudge. But ignore that, I’m just hungry :P. Again, this is relevant, aside from the commentary on food.

What it boils down to is that I was bored at work, thinking about numbers and how wonderful they are, when inspiration fell out of the sky like an Acme anvil in a Looney Tunes cartoon.
The Fibonacci sequence is all whole numbers, right? So I can use it for poetry form.

For example, you can use the first bunch of numbers as your limits on words or syllables per line:

(for the purposes of poetry, I feel comfortable omitting the zero in my count)
Fibonacci Poetry #1 

warmth (1)
brings (1)
croci (2)
peeking out (3)
from beneath the snow, (5)
thriving while the world is asleep; (8)
Eliot was so wrong about April’s cruelty. (13)

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Or, you can get a little crazy with it. I was thinking about symmetry and palindromes as well, which is what I worked into this one. I work retail; if I don’t exercise my brain regularly, I’ll become another automaton going through the motions of life, and I’m way too young to give up, to no longer want “to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life”. Fuck that, I’m here, and I live deliberately. Regret is for other people.
So here’s another thing I was doodling between customers. Words this time, rather than syllables. I thought I’d give both a shot.

Fibonacci Poetry #2

help! (1)
your (1)
beauty is (2)
suffocating in its (3)
intensity; I can’t breathe in (5)
or out unless (3)
I close (2)
my (1)
eyes. (1)

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Whaddaya think? It’s probably not a new idea, but I like it. I’m probably going to write some more like this, because math is fun.


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Silly Poet, Rhyme Ain’t For Kids!

I wrote this little snippet on versebender‘s blog. The actual poem, The Simple Rhymer, is excellent.

Thank you for this poem
I’m sure I don’t know why
Writing in some rhythm
It always makes me cry.

Sure I need to practice
My skills with meter more.
Though for this poetess,
Rhyme’s easy to ignore.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

I tweaked it a bit to make it flow better.

I don’t know if I really have a style, so much. I don’t often use any pattern on purpose, or rhyme things. So what makes a poem? That’s for you to decide. But I’d like it if you thought this was all right.

I Don’t Want You

This experimental phase is
Flattering, really; but you knew
From the start I don’t need you that way.
I don’t want to fall in love with you.

Because when the experiment ends,
You’ll still want to be friends
And I’ll hate every man that you date,
(Or fellate).  You say it’s not a test,
But I know what’s best — for me.

And it’s not that I don’t want you;
Never doubt your wicked charm.
I just can’t allow myself to dream
That your kisses won’t cause me harm.

Stop your lovely words and deeds,
Because I refuse to water the seeds
Of affection for you in my heart.
We both know that this can’t happen,
So stop teasing this poor lesbian.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

I like to pretend that I have women banging on my door begging to sleep with me, or date me. Haha! I had a lot of fun writing this, actually. If you can’t look back on life and laugh at it, what’s the point? When I start dating some lucky gal, this will be even better. If I’d written about the same subject in some formless free-verse thing, it’d probably have turned out all dark and depressing and ‘woe is me, I’m sooo aloooooooooone’, and who needs that? I’ll leave the mooning over unavailable (or fictional) women to Lord Byron.


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