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Bruised

fibonacci bruised heart azure, violet and indigo blue - a perpetual waste of soul. Only an omniscient God can heal our deepest fears. written 20 February 2016 fibonacci is a 7 line syllabic form using this syllable count: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, ... fibonacci series is a math sequence adding the last number to get the next number. This contest was to use the highlighted words in a fibonacci poem.

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/8/2016 3:10:00 PM

Awesome win

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/2/2016 10:57:00 AM

If you had added the last line I think this would have been one of the very best. Congratulations on your placement.

Reason A. Poteet
Date: 3/10/2016 1:01:00 PM

Thanks for your opinion. I am pleased with 2nd place; I contacted the host and she left the number of lines up to the poet. I appreciate your honest appraisal, however.

James Inman

Date: 3/2/2016 8:27:00 AM

Very good, enjoyed.

Nayda Ivette Negron Flores

Date: 3/1/2016 6:36:00 PM

Congratulations on the placement of the contest Reason A. Poteet

Reason A. Poteet
Date: 3/1/2016 7:06:00 PM

thank you, Nayda, for sponsoring it and for the placement. It was a quandary of a word bank combined with your request for a fibonacci. I enjoyed it.