6.5.06

A la Fibonacci:
Homage for a NYC little bird...




far

gone

for rough

journeys, tough

on my frail plumage

I become desperate for a cage

on city roads like this, no one could hear my anger

without skies to fly, winds to tease, suns to kiss my cheeks, no one understands my stupor.

8 comments:

saad said...

Very nice... I like the picture that goes with it. But there is a mistake in the count for line 6, which corresponds to Fib(5) = 8. You have 9 syllables instead. Maybe you can get rid of the "a"?

Ghassan said...

I assumed 'desperate' is counted as 2 syllables in american pronunciation.
so: i-be-came-des-perate-for-a-cage=8.
no?

Unknown said...

i really like the pic.

saad said...

I suspected that this is what you assumed for "des prate". In that case, yes...

Dry Gin Martini said...

dar el douri 3al dayer?

FZ said...

cool sequence... i love that it culminates in stupor :)

Hashem said...

so artistic, Gus!
the picture and the Fibonacci sequence.

black feline said...

I had the same feeling..when i was in NY many years ago...overwhelmed by the "BIGNESS" of everything..