Tony Leuzzi, Fibonacci poet and friend from graduate school days at University of Louisiana-Lafayette, writes, teaches and gardens in Rochester NY. If his name seems familiar but you cannot quite place him, that may be from having read non-fib poems published by Dale Harris in her a monthly poetry journal, Central Avenue. I have admired Tony's poetry, essays, reviews and interviews and enjoyed reading, rereading and teaching his poetry: I am pleased to be sharing his work here.
Fibonacci poems by Tony Leuzzi
Deer Sighting
It
had—
as I
remember—
just finished raining
when I saw them in a meadow
nosing the wet, saw-toothed leaves of purple coneflowers.
Six
or
seven
of them tread
the stippled path light
dipping their brown, velveted heads
to green, abrasive tongues that cupped the fallen water.
And
I—
tense as
the unplucked
string on some guitar—
marveled at their movement, which was
clear and fluid, a graceful pouring forth, like water…
Diptych
In
the
panel
on the left
a woman opens
wide her arms, tilts her head back, sees
a beam of dusty light pouring pale gold into frame.
(But
what
is light
if not the
inverse of the dark?
Between extremes there is a hinge—
another name for wing or bridge—an edge and center.)
In
the
panel
on the right
a woman closes
arms like gates before her, lowers
eyes to scrutinize white floorboards shadowed by her feet.
Simon Says
The
point
is not—
contrary
to common belief—
whether or not one can repeat
a sequence of deceptively simple instructions,
or
test
one’s strength
by placing
the self in absurd
even degrading positions
to appease the fatuous whims of authority.
It
is
rather
a fine art
by which one appears
to be bound to the rules while still
infusing each charge with a subtle flame of protest.
by Tony Leuzzi © 2009
- More poems (pre-fib series) at Tony's Monroe College page
- What are Fibonacci numbers?
- Fibonacci Numbers and Poetry
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