FIB No. 9: Love’s Song

love's music



Grew in

The places

In my heart I’d thought

Could no longer hear love’s music.


By Deborah E. Dayen

Image from Modern Day Muse @ Tara Cronica via Google Images

FIB No. 1: Color Splash




shines through

the stained glass

In doors and windows

Splashing color across the floors.

This is my first attempt at the Fib poetry form.  A Fib must follow the Fibonacci Sequence.  A shout out to trE, at a Cornered Gurl ( for introducing it to me.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture taken by me of my front door window.  Stained glass by my younger sister.