Mio coloro preferito e azzuro.
My favorite color, it is blue
every shade and tint, every hue.
Blue umbrellas I had when I was little
On the end of each was a blue whistle.
Even my imaginary friends lived on a blue world
Where they spoke to me with an invisible blue phone.
My mother she always color-coded me blue
This is what made me fall in love with every blue hue.
3. It’s purpose
5. It makes the world run
8. And people bow at its green feet
8. It pricks the heart and invokes tears
5. Pulls the strings like a
by Von Onkswail
fibonacci poems have lines with syllable counts following the Fibonacci sequence. This sequence is found in nature—— in the number of petals on flowers, or young in an animal’s litter.
5. Life goes round and round
8. Downhill, uphill but won’t stay still
8. Over again like a windmill
5. Rife with myriad parts
3. Whirling and
8.Discrete hands guiding them along
By Von Onkswail
So much in my life, from past to now, so many of the people in it, and their ways, and their actions, the funny ones, the sad ones, the cute ones, the ugly ones, and so many other aspects— including popular culture influence me in my writing. Writing is my way of taking all that I observe when I’m not talking— and spitting it back out in a way you cannot do so well orally. I write because I like to entertain as well as teach, but to also bring to light, or ”shout out” cool stuff from real life in a creative way. This thought just popped in my head…..