Fib Series: stanzas of fibs: 1-1-2-3-5-8
syllables.
MRI= Miserable Resonating Incident
When
I
needed
MRI
I did not know what
I was really getting into.
I
was
confused
thinking it
to be an open
cat-scan like I had once before.
I
was
not at
all prepared
for the length of time, sound
extent of pressured confinement.
When
I
went in
the narrow
MRI machine
I was pinched like a bullet.
I
felt
I could
not breathe or
move. Squeezed and compressed–
such loud noise roared through the chamber.
I
screamed
for help,
“Let me out!”.
Anxiety burst.
The operator kept going.
I
moved
my legs
and howled
for help in panic–
a trapped claustrophobic victim.
When
I
was freed
he said he’d
wanted another
picture and had ignored my pleas.
Since
I
was not
compliant
my pictures might not be
suited for doctor detection.
I
said
like Rhett
Butler I
did not give a damn.
No more chances. No tomorrow.
I
swore
NEVER
would I go
inside a metal
MRI cocoon-coffin now.
My
knees
are some
what better
since the traumatic
event– shocked to not repeat it.
But
the
nightmare
incident
as cannon fodder
remains resonant, still trembles.
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My Thanks to Linda Varsell Smith for her contributions above.
*Fibonacci sequence
The sequence of numbers, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, … ,
in which each successive number is equal to the sum of the two preceding numbers.
Related Poetry Forms: Fib Diamond, Fib Series, Fibonacci Spiral, Fiboquatro, Haven Fire
My example
On the Road (Form: Fib Series)
When
I
was young
I hitch-hiked
throughout the western
portions of these United States.
It
was
after I
had worked all summer
fighting the region’s forest fires.
It
was
a prelude
to my college days,
and just as educational.