Hooray for me! It’s Poetry Month. I would love to honor this auspicious occasion by posting a poem a day. The words come easy, it’s the subject that gets me stuck. If you have any requests, now is your time. Birthdays aside, can you give me a reason to rhyme?
April Fool’s Day Fibonacci
April Fool’s Day. Yes!
It took a while for you to guess.
This naughty little fib surely is in jest. Gotcha!
A fibonacci, or fib, is math meets prose. I am a lover or both mathematics and words, so this truly appeals to me. While the term now known in mathematics as Fibonacci was after an Italian mathemetician, it dates back to 200 BC with the ancient Indians in Sanskrit poetry.
Basically, what you do is add two numbers together, and continue adding the last two numbers of the sequence together to build the sequence. 1 , 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34 and so on and so on . . . So with a fibonacci poem, these number are the numbers of syllables for each line.