In April I won’t be able to keep Wednesdays completely wordless since I am to write a poem a day.
Prompt 7: “… But there are many other syllable-based forms. Today, I’d like to challenge you to pick from two of them – the shadorma, and the Fib. … Like the shadorma, the Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8.“
I have written a shadorma before, I’m sure, but this is the first time I hear of a Fib. Sounds like just the thing, since my blogging buddy Bojana has challenged me in a comment to my yesterday’s poem to rewrite it in a few lines. My immediate response was: “No tango. Again. Bummer.” Now let’s fib it.
Fib tango What a lesson. Serves me right. Expectations fail. How can I be so hopeful? ADD-IT: Full disclosure. I forgot one syllable. (I know! Terrible!) Coming up: Fib tango What a lesson. Serves me right. Expectations fail. Now how can I be so hopeful?
This day in my NaPoWriMo history (2018):
(Yesterday’s history link was wrong, in case anybody noticed. It’s been fixed.)
The vulnerable won’t help Victims need not blame swimmers cannot ski the blind refuse to talk the living are dead yet. Happy are those who choose it the strong are waiting to break multitudes suck you in the vulnerable won’t help.