Carpe Diem’s Fibonacci Sequence: Haze

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Christmas, Fibonacci, Harmattan, Haze, Jesus Christ

On Carpe Diem we are trying out a poem based on the Fibonacci sequence where the number of syllables in each line must equal the sum of the syllables in the two previous lines. So, start with 0 and 1, add them together to get your next number, which is also 1, 2 comes next, then add 2 and 1 to get 3, and so on. The Fibonacci sequence is: 0,1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21

Poetry: 1 syllable, 1 syllable, 2 syllables, 3 syllables, 5 syllables, 8 syllables, 13 syllables, 21 syllables and so on .. Not an easy form, but it’s a challenge and fun!

Haze

the

haze

slowly

seeps its way

across the north-east

gradually sashaying inland

kissing foliage and then making love to waiting clouds

the cold and dry breeze welcomes the birth of Harmattan singing ‘o come all ye faithful!’

Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 

(11/11/13)

I appreciate your patience with me as I catch up on your blogs. Thanks a million! Shalom.

Ligo Haibun Challenge ~ Haze

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fidelity, Haze, love affair, marriage

This week’s  Ligo Haibun prompts areHaze and Monsoon. I opted for Haze. It is heartening to know that I got a second honourable mention for last week’s Haibun that I wrote. Thanks to all my lovely friends out there who continue to support me in my journey of better writing 🙂

Haze

Billowing clouds rose gently and languorously up the hills, full and thick. Through the haze, cold dewy wetness hissed, kissing the grass in wild abandon and I could only stare in awe, struck by the silvery hue of my surroundings. I was caught up in the moment and I wanted so much for him to reach out and take me in his arms. I wanted to be kissed senseless, if only to emulate nature’s love affair; I wanted to savour his very essence if only to erase my doubts.

He rose out of the mist, like a god. “I came, my love, for you.” I heard the words and I gasped. Powerful winds pushed me into his waiting arms; the clouds enveloped us, together as one.

“It’s been a while, lover boy. I’m all yours. Kiss me.” I whispered urgently. He smiled that killer smile even as he bent his head.

This rendezvous in the hills was worth it, ending a long wait while my husband studied in a strange land. The haze in my heart now evaporates.

seven years I wait

to see dew and grass play love

He is ever mine