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Discombobulation In Midwinter

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 Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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 Login to Reply 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