Friday, April 24, 2020

Phyllotaxis Spirals

into earth,
cells divide, flowers
sprout, offer bees and peeps
abundant nectar. Unpicked fruit falls back to bed
in birthing dirt, feeds seeds, prepares for life, death, metamorphosis. That’s no fib.

[Author's note: I structured my poem using the Fibonacci Sequence. However, this poem does not line up right on a cell phone. The lines should show 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, and 13 words.]

Photo of sunflower by Jasmaine Mathews
Mother Nature's Sacred Geometry

For today’s prompt, write a nature poem. Could be nature like trees, leaves, grass, birds, etc. Or your poem could tackle human nature. Another possibility is to look at the nature of technology or the interaction of planets around each other and the sun. Or well, the nature of poetry! When in doubt, just see what happens naturally.

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