First
I
beachcomb
ocean’s gifts.
Nature’s beauty served
abundantly, softly, wildly.
Counting the sand grains sifting through my hands, I wonder…
Clanculus pharaonius fragments may have drifted to our shores, an artist's dream, then
patterns, korus and golden mean, ,,,,,, the nexus.
5 comments:
0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13- and am I right that you used this as a syllable arrangement as well! Superb!
NIce bit of Fibonacci perfection there :-)
(Me I have been busy with sick kids and generally too tired to feel the muse!)
Hey there you! Well spotted with the syllables, I originally did it with the number of words, and Fibonacci (as it is here) as the initials, however the number of words spread out wrapped over several lines and didn't work unfortunately, so I had to use syllables instead, did you check out the shell, isn't it perfect!
Sorry to hear that the kidlings have been sick, so has mine. Looking forward to your muse returning! :)
Hija, yeah spotted the shell (and of course its fibonacci spiral etc) - reminds me of the animation Donald Duck in Mathamagic LAnd. Heres to everyone getting well :-)
Once you've climbed everest what is left!
Hi Leigh! Nice work here! Do you have a poem you would like to submit for the RotB xii at my site? The how to is all there and I'd love to have something from you!
Cheers!
Russell
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