by Darla Himeles
Last month, I wrote about the value in breaking out of forms, of tweaking them to keep them interesting and current. Â This month, I’d like to introduce you to a little form called the fib. Â When we were young, telling or writing fibs was worthy of punishment; with these fibs, there is nothing but satisfaction to be had.
A poet friend introduced me to the fib a couple months ago at a monthly creative gathering we attend. Â The beauty of this form is that anyone can write one; all you need is the ability to count to eight and a bit of inspiration. Â The fib follows the Fibonacci sequence, a series of numbers illuminating biological processes like the development of leaves on a stem, or the formation of pine combs. Â The sequence is of great interest to scientists, musicians, and mathematicians; for the last several decades, it has become increasingly interesting to poets, too, though it has certainly been the base for poems for centuries.
Traditionally, the fib is a six-line poem (or seven, if you count the first line with zero syllables as a recognized pause). Â After the zero syllable (non-)line, the lines follow the Fibonacci sequence for their syllable count: 1/1/2/3/5/8. The form is an easy one to quickly write, and it makes for an interesting warm-up exercise.
Here’s a quick one I wrote at that monthly gathering:
Fall
Trees
Bare
Leaves Change
Are Changing
As we look ahead
To another sunny winter
Fibs are great little poems because the form is easy to follow. Â The rhythm created by the slow start of single syllables seems to tune the ear, which is why this form makes for an effective writing exercise. Go ahead, try it. Â Why not post some in the comments field of this post? Â And, for those eager to tweak this form, why not try lengthening it to continue the sequence by a line or two? Â Next up is 13 syllables, and then 21!
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Links: Deborah Haar Clark on fibs, Wikipedia on fibs, fibetry, Fibonacci sequence
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“To Darla,
Thank you for adding more depth to my professing that writers can and should take poetic license in the name of finding what is true. It was a wonderful coincidence to see the name of the poetic form you espouse in your December 5 GSR posting: The Fib! Neat.”
light
moon
small words
babies talk
with their hands so tiny
i hear the world opening up
Beautiful!