While I think I’m missing some major understanding of its importance to math theory, I love the idea of the perfection, the repetition, of the Fibonacci curve. In a librarian’s listserve discussion of National Poetry Month, someone this link to a piece about Fibonacci poetry, or “Fibs.” What a great writing prompt!
Essentially, the form is this pattern, done either in syllables or words:
since in the Fibonacci curve sequence the next number is the sum of the two before, the pattern would continue 13, 21, 34, etc
Two quick responses
dry, fold, wear again
laundry equals infinity
for our lives to join
as tightly as our bodies have
These feel a little like haiku in their forced brevity, but that breaks down as the lines get longer.