[stylist] Word: cacophony
Bridgit Pollpeter
bpollpeter at hotmail.com
Thu Dec 1 22:11:15 UTC 2011
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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Message: 11
Date: Thu, 1 Dec 2011 11:18:24 -0500 (EST)
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Subject: Re: [stylist] Word: cacophony
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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.
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