A Poem a Day in September #7
there was a slow sliding small snail
in a fibonacci shell
winding its way up a broccoli
that had woven itself
into a mandelbrot
romanesque!
twists and twirls
delved deep enough
to fractal-ize an unwary eye
that gazed too long
or plunged too far
but the snail
who wound around from the beginning
kept mathematically safe
and quite secure
for the ratio was golden
one mollusc
one brassica
and a bite off the top
that’s one-to-one
perhaps one bite more
to better the equation
and as it climbed
do you know
I don’t think that it really cared
from within the shell
there was just the journey
the way
and the end in sight
a fibonacci-slug
has no need
to understand a mandel-broc
after all
but it digests
what it can while it wanders
round
and around
and around
round
round and around
and around
© Frank Prem, 2016
Poem #8: river call to morning
I love this!
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Thank you. The broccoli was a couple of kilo’s in weight (a lot less when the snail was removed).
I love the shapes of both snail shell and romaesco broccoli, so it was lovely to find them together.
Delighted you enjoyed and thanks for visiting.
Cheers,
Frank
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Thank you.
Cheers,
Frank
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Bravo Frank! Or as the Italians say Bis,bis! Which is like saying, again,again. Loved it. Did you know Fibonacci was a Tuscan? I am going off to my dictionary to look up mandlebrot. Looking forward to exploring more of your blog during the week. Louise
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I didn’t know that Louise. Neat, huh? Enjoy the mandelbrots – they’re an amazing thing, but I have to say I didn’t see myself ever incorporating them into a poem. It’s a strange world, but I like it!
Thanks for dropping by and for commenting.
I appreciate it and I’m delighted you enjoyed the piece.
Cheers,
Frank
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Loved that, mandel-broc lol Nature’s science and wonder.
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It’s a huge thing, and there’s another just like it still to come. Of course, it lost half it’s weight when we removed the snail …
Cheers,
Frank
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Well I have worked hard so I am saving egg shells for the snails and slugs on my hostas but I also don’t want to lol…still torn.
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Yes, we are actively still trying to work out ways to deal with the presence of these critters, while managing their effects on what we want to harvest. They’re a hungry bunch.
Ah well, it goes on.
Cheers,
Frank
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and as it climbed
do you know
I don’t think that it really cared
from within the shell
there was just the journey
the way
and the end in sight
Oooh I just love this stanza and how it all fits in with the rest of this poem – and yes, amazing how when we stop and something has caught our eye, we can sit and watch, wait and wonder, and then play with it!
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I was quite taken with the wonder of a fibonacci snail – now, after rain, they’re everywhere.
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I can bet …. nothing brings them to the surface and out and about for a snack like rain!
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