Khairul Ahsan

Concurrent Confabulation

On a bright, sunny morning, I was gossiping,
With a devoted sunflower. 'Don't you get
Tired of looking at the sun All day long?
Go get some rest and let me stand for you',
I said. She smiled and asked, 'How long can
You look without batting your eyelid for once? '
I had no answer, I really didn't have any!

On a silent, solitary noon stroll in the woods,
I heard a sad, mournful dove cry her heart out.
I rushed to her and asked, 'Hey angel of peace!
Why so sad? Where's your spouse? ' Shedding
A drop of tears, she said, 'You'll find him tonight,
On the hunter's dinner table.' I wanted to lend
My voice to her melancholy, She didn't let me.

On a sombre afternoon, I saw a bright butterfly.
Rushing to her I said, 'I want to borrow some
Red and yellow from your beautiful colors! '
She said, 'Twilight approaching, what will you
Do with the colors now? Come next morning! '
When darkness fell, I kept counting moments,
Till the dawn. Sadly, I saw her not once more!

On a rain drenched evening solemnly I stood,
Before the nest of a Weaving Bird and prayed
For a shelter in any corner just for the night.
'Oh poor fellow! ' She said, 'Tonight is our first
Anniversary. We'll sing the sweetest songs tonight
And dance and make love. Come tomorrow, our
nest will be yours! ' I came back, never to go again.

Submitted: Saturday, September 07, 2013
Edited: Sunday, September 29, 2013

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A bit too long, but thanks for reading up to the end!

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  • Bri Edwards (2/27/2014 1:28:00 PM)

    as i have copied below, confabulation must be what my wife thinks i have.
    In psychology, confabulation (verb: confabulate) is a memory disturbance, defined as the production of fabricated, distorted or misinterpreted memories about oneself or the world, without the conscious intention to deceive.[1] Confabulation is distinguished from lying as there is no intent to deceive and the person is unaware the information is false.[2] Although individuals can present blatantly false information, confabulation can also seem to be coherent, internally consistent, and relatively normal.[2] Individuals who confabulate present incorrect memories ranging from subtle alternations to bizarre fabrications, [3] and are generally very confident about their recollections, despite contradictory evidence.[4] Most known causes of confabulation are caused by brain damage or dementias, such as alcoholism, aneurysm or Alzheimer's disease.

    Two distinct types of confabulation are often distinguished: spontaneous and provoked.
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    in the line:
    You look without batting your eyelid for once? ' ............... i would suggest dropping the for, but there is one circumstance in which for once would be appropriate, so i'll assume this is the case here. :)
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    in the line:

    I came back, never to go again. ................did you never go again to the nest OR away from the nest? ?
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    i especially enjoyed the lines:

    I had no answer, I really didn't have any!


    I wanted to lend
    My voice to her melancholy, She didn't let me.


    She said, 'Twilight approaching, what will you
    Do with the colors now? Come next morning! '

    [ you know, Khairul, we just shouldn't ever trust butterflies. they are so flighty! ]


    On a rain drenched evening solemnly I stood,
    Before the nest of a Weaving Bird and prayed
    For a shelter in any corner just for the night................yes, confabulated nature tales indeed! :) bri

    thanks for sharing. i enjoyed it very much. to MyPoemList.

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    past tense: confabulated; past participle: confabulated

    engage in conversation; talk.
    she could be heard on the telephone confabulating with someone
    fabricate imaginary experiences as compensation for loss of memory. (Report) Reply

  • Soumita Sarkar (9/17/2013 4:06:00 AM)

    Yes.......happiness and sorrow get distributed partner no side.........alls done in Nature well! ..........thanks for sharing it.... (Report) Reply

  • Aneesha Roy (9/12/2013 6:42:00 AM)

    I loved this poem. The concept is absolutely ingenious. The conversations are worded beautifully and display an elegant poetic sensibility. (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (9/10/2013 9:05:00 AM)

    @ David Wood,
    True! As also would men who face nature's wrath and aberration (cyclones, hurricanes, floods, earthquakes, volcanoes, etc) . (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (9/10/2013 4:56:00 AM)

    If only nature could speak it would ask mankind 'why do you treat me so badly'. (Report) Reply

  • Khairul Ahsan (9/10/2013 2:36:00 AM)

    @ Cassandra,
    Thanks for the generous comments. Thanks for reading so many of my poems. The title has been changed. Thanks for your input. (Report) Reply

  • Cassandra Jasmine (9/8/2013 8:14:00 PM)

    I love this poem! It's probably my favorite after Pristine Love and besides Love Is, and 'The Small Sparrow And The Small Lesson. This poem is rich in imagination, woven beautifully yet sturdily, and it deserves more than a 10! Great descriptions, and an attention-catching poem. Perhaps it shall draw more attention if there is a different title. This is just a suggestion, because Disharmony sounds a bit too... depressive.
    Plus, I do not believe that this poem is long at all!
    Thank you very much for sharing, Mr. Ahsan! (Report) Reply

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