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Catharsis (Fibonacci)

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Vile

dart.

Piercing

hindsight thoughts

bring anguish and grief.

Remove this Vile Thing from my brain!

Memories flow out with arterial bleeding;

Flushed out with unconstipated relief, as catharsis regains hold on reality.

∞

Sometimes I find that memories elicit visceral feelings so images of bleeding and constipation feel rather fitting.

 

Fibonacci:  a non-rhyming poem structured with the Fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 1, 2, 3, 5 etc).  Fibonacci sequence is adding the two prior numbers together to get the new number.   If one starts at “zero” then the first two lines are single syllable. Most poems stop at 13 syllables for the last line.  

Regret (Fibonacci)

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Black
Sorrow
Relentless
Gravitational
Teetering into an abyss
Memories circling around an event horizon
Conscious choice; slingshot away or fall over the edge to a place of no return

≅

I like to put images on my feelings; regret feels like this to me and sucks me into a dark place.  In these times, I find that reading the Bible and praying are the best tools to combat it, then afterwards get busy.  In DBT, the skill “turning the mind” is important in changing one’s thought pattern.  Getting busy– doing something– and stopping the thought are essential to climbing out of that prison.

Fibonacci poems use the fibonacci sequence (0 or 1, 2, 3, 5 etc)  to structure the number of syllables in a line.  The number of lines are flexible but generally dictated by the limitation in the number of syllables one can use.

 

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Pretense (Fibonacci)

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Must

I

daily

 dip my lips

  in a boiling vat

of poisonous lies as I swear

allegiance to these egomaniac psychopaths?

But O! Treacherous brain! Weary of political insanity, I long to flee………

Inevitably as the new day dawns I peel away the acrid flesh, re-painting a veneer crooked as the pretenses they espouse…..

∞

Wow. You are wondering what bee got into my bonnet?  Don’t you ever feel the same way but just cannot express it?  We say we have free speech, but you and I know that we do not in some areas of our lives.  At least not without severe consequences.  I feel like much of my life is lived as an abused fish in a very small, dirty fishbowl.  I definitely needed a poetic laxative 🙂 and this, er, spilled out as a Fibonacci.  I have never created a Fib out to 34 syllables, so this is a first for me.  It was rife with technical goof ups, but in the end says what I meant it to relate.

Fibonacci: popularized in 2006 by poet Greg Pincus, who used the Fibonacci sequence as lines in a poem.  The fib sequence uses the prior 2 numbers to create the next number: 0/ 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34.