Sunday, August 24, 2014

A Fib(onacci) Poem

Meet you at ...

At the
Melon patch
Bring your spoon, some salt
We'll eat our fill, go for a dip
Then we'll dress and go to a show
When things start to slow
Pucker up

Photo and poem copyright, Jimmiehov 2014, all rights reserved
Today I'm linked with Margaret at the Real Toads, Play it Again (link)
And now on Monday I'm linked with Kerry at the Real Toads, Open Link Monday (link)
-  like to "Play it Again, Toads!" where one may select a challenge from the three (prior challenges that Margaret has selected). 
- I chose # 2 (link) which says, "The Fib(onacci) - imagined by Hedgewitch."  Syllable length is based on the Fibonacci Sequence (math majors love these, I have a math minor with 21 college hours of math.  Differential Equations was my final course [that I passed]). 
- My "Fib" poem today is 1/1/2/3/5/8 syllables, then I reversed the number sequence after 8 syllables for a 12-line 'poem'.

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At Sunday, August 24, 2014 6:51:00 PM, Blogger Grace said...

Hey I love melon and had some for lunch, smiles ~ No need for salt though as they are sweet for me ~ Have a good week Jim ~

At Sunday, August 24, 2014 7:18:00 PM, Blogger ZQ said...


At Sunday, August 24, 2014 7:55:00 PM, Blogger Bodhirose said...

I never got into that habit of salting my melon. Your melon belch was a kind of surprise at the end here though and a little charming.

At Sunday, August 24, 2014 8:19:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sounds good to me! Except for the end! k.

At Sunday, August 24, 2014 9:10:00 PM, Blogger Jim said...

Children read my blogs, friends' kids. I have to behave on here.
There were more romantic endings than this but if I didn't write that way then I had to come up with something way off the wall to satisfy the broken flow. Not to many 'nicer' surprises than a watermelon belch, huh?

At Sunday, August 24, 2014 10:23:00 PM, Blogger Sumana Roy said...

a cool made me smile.. :)

At Monday, August 25, 2014 5:18:00 AM, Blogger Marian said...

but you really can never have too much watermelon.

At Monday, August 25, 2014 8:07:00 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pass the salt... Oh, excuse me. : )

At Monday, August 25, 2014 9:58:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

You always bring something unexpected to the table, Jim.

At Monday, August 25, 2014 10:49:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

Ha. Too much watermelon can really weigh you down.

At Monday, August 25, 2014 11:57:00 AM, Blogger Unknown said...

i like watermelons... they never make me belch though!! :)

At Monday, August 25, 2014 1:01:00 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

LOL! I love the idea of eating the fresh-picked fruit out in the fields. My grandfather loved to tell of melon fields in Texas so heavy with fruit, no one ever ate more than the heart. Abundance!

At Monday, August 25, 2014 1:04:00 PM, Blogger Jim said...

Arushi, I am smiling. :) And watermelons don't make me belch either. But my character did belch his to make the poem work. Besides cucumbers (they burp up a taste for me) would be too long a word for the short poem.
Eating them from the garden patch wouldn't make for a very fun date either.

At Tuesday, August 26, 2014 6:20:00 AM, Blogger audrey` said...

Amazing poem, Dr Jim :)

At Tuesday, August 26, 2014 11:08:00 AM, Blogger Margaret said...

…ha. My daughter used to gorge on watermelon until she was almost sick (another used to do it with sMores). Cute ending - I'm sure many of us have felt this way with movie popcorn.. I always feel bad after eating that stuff.

At Tuesday, August 26, 2014 5:43:00 PM, Blogger audrey` said...

Thank you very much for popping over to my blog, Dr & Mrs Jim :) I'm very grateful for all your wise comments. Thank you! Yes, we'll follow your advice re financial advisors. I smiled back at the lovely strangers too. Hee! :)

At Wednesday, August 27, 2014 9:18:00 PM, Blogger Hannah said...

What a abrupt ending to an otherwise sweet poem! :) Nicely captured.


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