Discombobulation In Midwinter

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Listen, shhh!! Quiet, there it is A songbird of spring, here in January I am not experiencing discombobulation Or am I How awesome to hear that sound No, the phoebe isn't there Checking out last year's nest He is experiencing live moments Somewhere living life Until he will live here again Am I discombobulated yet__or are you Maybe I could come up with An alternate plan Or maybe alternate between two perplexing Alternatives Outside in the sunshine Such a great attribute For the middle of winter There was a call And to a dove I did attribute the sound Yes!! Yes!! A definite coo__ Done deliberately by him There's no need to deliberate A dove calling for a mate In January We are not in a desert here It is wet and cold Nor are we deserted by birds Their songs are gold In the spring So I am not discombobulated Just old

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/29/2024 7:27:00 PM

Oh, I just love 'discombobulation!' ~ Mordechai Abercrombie Fofoofnik

Sara Kendrick
Date: 1/30/2024 8:16:00 AM

Thank you, Gershon. I appreciate your letting me know about your poem. Sara K

Vijay Pandit

Date: 1/27/2024 5:44:00 AM

A songbird of spring, here in January--that introduces the essence of your theme beautifully. A splendid take on the theme, Sara.

Sara Kendrick
Date: 1/27/2024 5:57:00 AM

Thank you, Vijay. It does seem strange that they would be singing in January, but I am wondering if they are already thinking about nesting. Your visit was encouraging. Sara K

Sam Scott

Date: 1/26/2024 11:15:00 PM

Age is just a number Sara.. check your heart for your true age. As for the disconbobuthingymajig .. just ignore it x Even the seasons are confused.

Sara Kendrick
Date: 1/27/2024 4:21:00 AM

Thank you, Sam. Yes, age is just a number but sometimes our bodies tell us that we are old. I appreciate the visit. Sara K

Ink Empress

Date: 1/26/2024 11:52:00 AM

In nature theres always a song for every soul, I absolutely love the way you’ve woven words here and painted imagery in such a creative manner. Your lines flow seamlessly. And i especially loved the lines “ Am I discombobulated yet__or are you Maybe I could come up with An alternate plan Or maybe alternate between two perplexing Alternatives” so deeply meaningful. Pleasure reading this, sending you light always

Sara Kendrick
Date: 1/26/2024 1:24:00 PM

Thank you, I E. Yes, nature is speaking to me saying spring is coming whether you think so or not. Your visits adds a new dimension to my page. Sara K

Silent One

Date: 1/26/2024 11:27:00 AM

through playful language and keen observation, your poem invites readers to experience the surprise and wonder of hearing a songbird amidst the January chill. The speaker's musings on discombobulation and the alternating perplexities of the moment add depth to the whimsy, inviting reflection on the nature of seasons and perceptions

Sara Kendrick
Date: 1/26/2024 1:23:00 PM

SO, Your comments add an awesome touch to my page. I appreciate the uplifting encouraging words. Sara K