Demolition Men
walls
come
down in
tumbling
falls of rumbling
rubble and white floury dust
.
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Poetic Form: Fibonacci (0,1,1,2,3,5,8)
Written for Poets United
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/verse-first-fibonacci-poems.html
Note: We are in the midst remodelling our kitchen and dining room, so this topic seemed appropriate for the form!
Hang in there, Misk! (nice fib)
I love this, i can imagine you covered in rubble, keep smiling and think of the finish. Great poem
Thank you, Alan!
This is excellent. I just went to “Wreck it Ralph” with my granddaughter. This poem reminded me of that for some reason. I think you characterized the idea of demolition VERY well in this ‘fib.’
Thanks, Mary, and many thanks for reading my poem.
The few words you used here are all that were needed to create the sounds and activity of demolition.
Thank you, Sheryl!
I love this! Of late, I’ve become a bit of a renovation TV Show junkie. When I’m alone and too tired even to read or write, I turn on HGTV and see what’s being redone. This piece made me very happy, indulging that new distraction.
Very visual in all sorts of ways!
Thank you, Rosemary!