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
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.