we write poems: object…. my object, i’ve been reading virginia woolf.. in fibinacci form, 1-1-2-3-5-8-13-8-5-3-2-1-1 ; photo: frederico navaro, flickr
can’t
help
myself
you know it
shifting back and forth
almost helpless full of fight dangerous delusions
pulled away by season’s soft roar
i head backwards bound
you know it
myself
can’t
help
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
This is perfect, so beautifully done – Virginia Woolf in quintessence.
Beautiful poem
I love the flow!
Pamela
I, too, enjoy writing Fibs. This is a beautiful poem.
(Sorry, I’m thinking rabbit today… ) Like the textured images coming up out of a hole, then back in again. Gracefully written.
indeed well done and thanks for sharing this
I couldn’t help but notice that Woolf’s nose pointed in one direction and your poem pointed in the opposite direction. Well done. The poem itself is a monument, almost an epitaph. Smart.
I’m not familiar with fibinacci but your poems conveys such perfect symmetry in form and content. Interesting work!
I reserve Fibonacci for things like the Da Vinci Code, where someone else has done the thinking! Finding the words is a sufficient task for me, so I’m glad you did this!