[stylist] Word: cacophony

[Bridgit Pollpeter]

Myrna,

I like this poem. I enjoy the musical thread, and it stays consistent
throughout the poem. I especially like the final stanza starting with,
"It is not the beauty of song that draws me outdoors."

Sincerely,
Bridgit Kuenning-Pollpeter
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Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2011 11:18:24 -0500 (EST)
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When I saw the word I had to share a piece I'd written  actually titled 
'Cacophony'.  It is written in a poetry form developed by  myself and a
friend, 
called a tankabun, a hybrid if you will of a haibun.   I just hope you 
enjoy the piece..
 
Cacophony

Such a discordance
Of chirps,  tweets, and warbled voice
Makes me wonder
If the master composer
Has  misplaced his feathered baton

It is not the beauty of song that draws me  outdoors, braving the damp 
frigidity of this winter morning. It is the  sheer noise!  This is not a

collaborative effort becoming one avian voice.  This is not harmony of
sparrow and 
wren, warbler and finch.  No, this is an  exclamatory oration from each,

determined to be heard in their collective  audacity.  I laugh, joining
the 
non-melodious flock, as realization shivers  through me.  These are the
off-key 
mutterings of winged friends,  discovering that winter has neither
frozen 
their wardrobes nor silenced their  voices.  The master's baton has not
been 
misplaced after all and even  he applauds them and this, an impromptu 
composition of feathered  cacophony.