Nothing Ordinary about This Fellow – a poem by Neal Whitman

Nothing Ordinary about This Fellow
in memory, a fib poem*

he was always skinny, so a fellow forester
took note that he was a sapling
his name would be ‘pling
the name stuck
modest
much
missed

way
off
blackened
in the sky
in the high mountains
a wedge-tailed eagle motionless
silent ascent at last – the current bore him away

*In a Fibonacci sequence, the first two numbers are 0 and 1. Each subsequent number is the sum of the previous two. A fib poem uses those numbers for syllable count per line. Think of the 0 as the pause before starting to read the poem.

 

Retired in Pacific Grove, California, poet Neal Whitman and his wife, Elaine, a photographer, find that the meeting of land and sea inspire his word-pictures and her visual-pictures. Neal is a member of Bay Area Poets Coalition, Ina Coolbrith Circle, and California Coalition of Chaparral Poets.

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