The fib (named after the mathematical Fibonacci sequence) is a six-line, 20 syllable poem with a count of: 1/1/2/3/5/8.
I’m drawn to the fib for the same reasons I like the tanka and the lune: controlled beauty and distilled language. But with the fib, there is also the beauty of typography. The lines undulate on the page, creating gentle waves of white space, that, in turn, make the spare lines even more powerful.
windows, battered doors
by morning the sky turned amber
storm in your head, clear
every dream, dark, coiled and mean
- Drew Myron
I encourage you to try a fib. It’s a fun and attractive poetic form that can produce unexpected results. Start fibbing now! Send your fib experiments and I'll post them here.