Alright, first a disclaimer: I don’t know much about poetry. I enjoy reading it. But I’m not sure I have the eye or the ear or the soul to write it. However, after following many of the excellent poetry blogs here on wordpress, I wanted to try.
I copied the style of this poem by Murisopsis. I was also inspired by this post at Naturalist Weekly, about how porches can be the liminal space between human zones and nature zones. Which makes them good spaces for creative reflection. I’m lucky enough to have a back porch so I went out there to gather some ideas for poems.
This format is called a bell curve Fibonacci. Each number in the Fibonacci sequence is created by adding up the two previous numbers. To make it a bell curve, you just reverse the numbers after a certain point.
The syllable count I used is: 1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21-13-8-5-3-2-1-1.
A few questions I had while writing:
- So … it’s really still poetry even if it the words do not rhyme?
- How do you count syllables? For example, does the word “actually” consist of two syllables (how I pronounce it) or the full four? Maybe it doesn’t matter since “actually” is not a very poetic word anyways.
- What is the right amount of punctuation to add? That’s also a question I have in regular writing, specifically with commas.
All this overthinking is probably not favorable for writing poetry. Well, it is a fun writing practice regardless. There I was, lying in bed late last night, maniacally counting syllables on all ten fingers as if I was doing math problems in my head.
I like the bell curve Fibonacci because even if the result doesn’t make much sense, at least the layout has a pleasing symmetry! 🙂
some thoughts on the porch
breeze on skin
a bee flies near me
i hope my friend will get famous
for her sanity, and so i can name-drop knowing
a celebrity, although she is the only one i know who cares who people know.
in our old apartment I patched up the roof where the
rainwater seeped down the wall and
into my mattress.
the bed dried,
she looks so peaceful
unlike the post office lady
who made a ruckus at the back of the line because
the tape wasn’t free there was no pen to spare and no one paid her attention until
she raised her voice at “you money-hungry useless *****!”
forehead creased with decades of rage
the worker was nice
but my eyes