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Tag Archives: beauty

February 28, 2012 · 12:48 am

grace –n.

Now, a poem for my lovely readers.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012. 
Filed under Poetry

January 20, 2012 · 8:46 pm

In the Violet Hour

In the Violet Hour

© Bridget Noonan, 2011, 2012.



June 25, 2011 · 2:29 pm



© Bridget Noonan, 2011.



June 15, 2011 · 12:51 am


we are bare,
of the moonlight;

we will dance
in the water,

this empty
our sweet escape.

night swimmers
silent and sure.

full moon night
nothing from us

we swim, bare,
in healing light,

fearing no
in the darkness

as long as
are together.

weightless, we
never fragile

full moon watches

over us
we splash and laugh.

our steady
on warm bodies

floating out
abiding love

women in love.




May 18, 2011 · 3:07 am

Fibonacci Sequence

I don’t know if all of you know this, but I’m kiiiind of a nerd. That poem I wrote, Subatomic Love, might have clued you in. Or parts of In Daddy’s Genes. I like comic books, video games, Dungeons and Dragons, fantasy and science fiction (it’s SF not sci-fi! haha) in all their various forms like movies novels poetry music art whatever, science of many varieties, and mathematics. This is relevant to poetry, I promise.
In fact, it has been argued that writing itself is a nerdy sort of thing. If that’s true then I never want to be cool. But back to what I was saying.

So, if you know a bit about mathematical concepts, you’re probably familiar with Fibonacci’s sequence. Start with 0 and 1, and you add the second number to the sum of the preceding pair. Like, 0+1 = 1, so the sum of the pair is 1 and the second number is 1. Therefore your next pair is 1 and 1. 1+1=2, then 1+2=3, so 2+3=5, then 3+5=8, then 5+8=13, and on into infinity. 0 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55… It’s also a neat way to approximate the golden ratio (works best with the higher numbers, because 8/5=1.60000, but 55/34=1.617647, and then 89/55=1.61818, where the golden ratio is 1.61803, so you can get pretty close if you don’t need a lot of digits), if you’re into irrational numbers. I’m pretty fond of pi. And pie. Mmm, now I want fudge. But ignore that, I’m just hungry :P. Again, this is relevant, aside from the commentary on food.

What it boils down to is that I was bored at work, thinking about numbers and how wonderful they are, when inspiration fell out of the sky like an Acme anvil in a Looney Tunes cartoon.
The Fibonacci sequence is all whole numbers, right? So I can use it for poetry form.

For example, you can use the first bunch of numbers as your limits on words or syllables per line:

(for the purposes of poetry, I feel comfortable omitting the zero in my count)
Fibonacci Poetry #1

warmth (1)
brings (1)
croci (2)
peeking out (3)
from beneath the snow, (5)
thriving while the world is asleep; (8)
Eliot was so wrong about April’s cruelty. (13)


Or, you can get a little crazy with it. I was thinking about symmetry and palindromes as well, which is what I worked into this one. I work retail; if I don’t exercise my brain regularly, I’ll become another automaton going through the motions of life, and I’m way too young to give up, to no longer want “to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life”. Fuck that, I’m here, and I live deliberately. Regret is for other people.
So here’s another thing I was doodling between customers. Words this time, rather than syllables. I thought I’d give both a shot.

Fibonacci Poetry #2

help! (1)
your (1)
beauty is (2)
suffocating in its (3)
intensity; I can’t breathe in (5)
or out unless (3)
I close (2)
my (1)
eyes. (1)


Whaddaya think? It’s probably not a new idea, but I like it. I’m probably going to write some more like this, because math is fun.



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April 22, 2011 · 4:11 am


It’s poem time again, ladies and gents.
Because it’s waaaaay past the witching hour, and coincidentally way past what a reasonable person would assume to be bedtime. But I don’t work tomorrow, so fuckit. Poem!


I will write my spirit on my skin
In black or colourful ink,
Anticipating the needle’s buzz,
Not dreading the stinging bite-
Waiting is the hardest part.

I have planned my tattoos
More meticulously than any poem.
Felines, bumblebee, birds and fantasy,
This ink will tell my tale far better
Than I can with pen and paper.

I will paint my skin from neck to ankle,
A mobile canvas to wear proudly
No matter what the weather in my mind.
The phrase may be trite, but true:
Such beauty is worth the pain.

© Bridget Noonan, 2009, 2011.

I think it needs more. There’s at least one stanza that’s hiding on me, and I want it to come out and play. Alas, it’s shy. Plus, the last two lines feel a bit rushed. Thoughts, anyone? I’m wide open for constructive criticism.

Also I need to take some photos of my ink. Unless no one’s interested in seeing my tattoos? 😛
(Heck even if you’re not, when I get around to it, I’ll probably add a couple tattoo photos to my “about me” little blurb. So there!)



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