The Rhythm in Sequence

I cannot determine mischief’s cause

1,2,3  you sparkled pheromones

1,4     and illustrious

1,3     prisms, glistening

1,2     bright besides

1      {Fear}

1       Is

1,2    what destroys

1,3    me, vacating

1,4    all positioning,

1,2,3  each caress deviates

1,2,4  the fragment’s dismemberment

1,2,5  haunts freely, sensitivity

1,2,4  is tortured forevermore

I thought I'd play around with Fibonacci sequencing a little bit. Whereas normal Fibonacci poems work vertically, 1, 2, 3 etc.. i thought I'd work through the sequencing per line, yet then, there is also a method mathematically to the way I've ordered the sequencing vertically as well.   I'm not going to tell though, see who can figure it out, but a clue, is that it has, in part, something to do with alternating rhythms.  The numbers are corresponding syllabic count for the respective words in each line.   And oh, there are actually two separate poems posted here, but I like the way they play off one another, therefore I thought I'd post them together. Just something a bit different.

Stop on over to D'Verse where OLN gets going later on today.  The doors open up at 3pm and the poetry is flowing freely all night long.  Stop by and read to your heart's content and while you're there, how about sharing a poem you wrote for other's to enjoy as well.  See you there. 

Punishment

CRIME

AND PUNISHMENT

The Asking

And the receipts we keep

Fleeting hands of a wooden God

Counts the hours till a readied time

Where dementia will cease, the suffering will end

Could there be fragments left

Of that person I knew long before

Someplace behind the diabolical and the discontent

Could that person still breathe inside?

Or are these thoughts but deluded dreams,

Are your eyes even salient anymore?

I know they tear in joy

When your victim begs for you to stop

But these tears you share are nothing

But an anticipatory salivating ploy

I cycle this progression more times than I should

Begging, seeking, praying I find the version I once knew

I struggle, I fight, yet to forget, I too must overlook all the cries