The Shell
My
Shell
Safe place
Haven mine
Temporary state
As my fame spreads I shed for new
They'd come to get me soon I know
Swords and pistols drawn
Hence quickly
Fresh shell
I'm
Safe
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(Photo is my "PrintScreen" taken from Kerry's post at the link below and available for viewing Weston's works, Wikipedia, at the link under my picture.)
- I'm linked with Kerry O'Connor in the Imaginary Garden at https://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/camera-flash.html
- Fibonacci Poem form:
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 highest level course, though not the last. - 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'.
Very cool fib, Jim! Smiles.
ReplyDeleteStories upon stories in just a few words!
ReplyDeleteThis is so cool, Jim! 💜
ReplyDeleteOne needs a hard shell to hide within these days. Thanks for coming back for the second round, Jim.
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Quick ditch of one for the other ... disguised in beauty. What a fun little word play game, and idea Jim :)
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