A Fibonacci Poem*
All the holidays
All the family gatherings
Travelling long distances is a part of it all
We gather to renew meaning of family through food fellowship and arguments
It’s when the ‘black sheep’ of the family rise to the occasion the star of the ensuing chaos we grumble rumble and love them still
Calm returns and you no longer wonder why you come to these things thoughts return to story-telling by elders reminiscing on tales from long ago new memories and being grateful for family, even the crazy ones
For Thotpurge Micropoetry Month Day 5
*A Fibonacci Poem has 10 lines with 55 syllables on the last line! Kind of a hefty micropoetey, I say.
The number of syllables in each line follows the Fibonacci sequence (0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55…)!