#fmfparty

So, we had an event tonight, hubby and I.  It was held in an arena and the sound echoed and bounced around. And it filled my head with so much sound that I often stepped out and took a break.  During the meal, when stepping out was not an option I found myself mid-thought, I think I’m at capacity.  What do I do?  Do I ruin the night for my hubby?  Do I push through, or do I find a way to cope?

So I opened my phone, played a game, and stopped in at facebook and discovered something new.  It surprised me so I talked (yes me, talked to a relative stranger in a noisy, busy place) to my seat mate.  “Did you know there was such a thing as a walking palm tree”?  I read the article, we shared astonishment, and then went on our separate ways. 

I think I’m at capacity

I think I’m at capacity
the smell is up my nose
clinging to my fingers
Let’s see how it goes.

Cleaning up spilled milk at work
from leaking milk filled bags
How could we let it get so bad
what made us lag, lag, lag?

Oh right, I know the answer
it’s short staffed that we are
Running from here to there
my manager a star!

When things slip through the
cracks, the boss seems not to care
As long as things be selling,
It bothers not her hair.

or so it seems….

Perhaps the situation
is more different than I think
It’s easy to see the dishes but
not the dirt that’s in the sink.

Perhaps the reason is external
the muckyity-ups exerting pressure
keep your staffing costs much lower
as minimum wage goes up a measure.

Perhaps she sees the competence
two people working hard
completing most the work of three
not moving like sacks of lard.

it just might be a heart
for the down and out of society
offering options instead of
solutions, creating some anxiety.

So when I think I’m
at capacity, I needs to take
some time to think, to realize the picture
is bigger, than one I like to make.

So someone told me once it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.  It’s not really a philosophy I hold to.  Why?  Some people will get so offended that if you ask for forgiveness it’s starts an unending battle because you should have asked FIRST!   It’s a bit mind-boggling indeed.  So I tend to go for the specific inquiry instead. If I ask and am turned down, it’s workable because I started from a position of respect you know?  I don’t always like the answer I get though, but that’s on me, not them!  So shall we continue to explore?

The Specific Inquiry

ages and ages ago 
at least so it seems
my lad got upset about
pictures posted to social media

he was clear about his objections
and why a change was sought
so a bargain was reached
after the specific inquiry began.

face? name?
location? activity?
what was the issue?
can’t a mom share the important to her?

so animals and flowers
and back facing photos
no issues indeed.
holding a cat? showcase the beastie!

not a surprise you see
as conversations with foster families
and NO pictures of children ever
allowed, it’s a safety thing see?

over time with
respect and grace given
and a lad growing to understand
a mom’s love for the important.

more statements can be made
such as ONE picture i
will post, just one cause…
it’s your birthday!

and so a young man
with a pretty lady at his
side smiles for a camera
and a proud mama.

cause respect
it’s always a two-edged street
and often starts with
the specific inquiry.

a seeking to understand
the mindset and history,
thoughts and emotions
of another.

reaching an understanding
together that makes sense
and holds a relationship
together strongly.

this has been a Five Minute Friday Post.

Through the storm and
through the night,
in the darkness of the right,
see my passions full aflame
when in wonder speak my name.

…
Those words rang through my mind
as I contemplated the word
through, postulated for us
by Miss Kate.
I don’t know if they be
word, song, or made up rhyme.
….

Hubby said as I sat here writing
“tonight we might see the northern lights”.
That might be rather fun, though
I’m told they are best see captured
through a camera lens.

Every week through a camera lens
I capture pictures of flowers
(posted to facebook),
Bunnies (posted to kijiji or my website),
or whatever catches my fancy.

Sometimes I’m surprised at what is
captured. Thinking I have a cute
picture of a cat or nice one of a flower
and suddenly what I imagined, isn’t.

Sometimes I’m surprised by the unexpected
beauty of a Japanese beetle (the scourge
of my garden) but pretty in the right light.
Or horrified at a spider, eating another
of it’s kind.

But mostly, mostly
I get exactly what I am looking at.
Makes me wonder though
what surprises I might get in life,
If I look for the unexpected
imagining my life, as though
through the lens of a camera.

So I did things differently this week!  My poem came before I did my preamble, I guess hunger drove the words out of me?  I need to eat soon!!!  It’s been a long and rather tiring day.  I know that we all know what that is like. Some days at work are just like that. 

Anyways, I hope my words worked out okay and that Through a Camera Lens wasn’t too off-beat.   AND I even managed to get this done on a Friday.  A bit of a shocker there eh?  🙂 

Okay, so I saw the word someday as the word prompt from Miss Kate and immediately a song burst into my head.  Of course I recognized that I had the wrong words… but I got to thinking.  I wonder if I could make a poem that replaces the right words with the wrong ones and see if people can figure it out?  Or if I shouldn’t make readers work that hard?    I’m going to play with it a bit though as see what I can come up with.   Play with me maybe, ’cause Someday, yes, I’m wrong! 

Someday, Yes, I’m wrong

Popping immediately into my consciousness
at the word prompt someday, this song rang out loud and clear
Someday when heaven was filled with his praises,
someday when sin was as black as could be…

Realizing I was wrong in my word choice,
and thought with chagrin, time and time again,
I get all the words so wrong,
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, ….

As often sung at work while avoiding
customers who seem uncertain on directions
I’ll take the high road and you take the low
and I’ll be Scotland afore ye! On the narrow
narrow banks of the homeland.

Somewhere, over the rainbow,
I found love. There I found
first found my true love,
I found a butterfly

yes, indeed, sometimes I completely
mangle songs, but it doesn’t matter
really, if I know I am completely wrong
I just sing much more quietly!!! 🙂

But you know how it is
somedays, a tune hits you,
and yes, I know I’m wrong, but
the tune needs singing.

What’s a gal to do?
(sing much much more quietly,
or ask a coworker, or son, for
a different song to sing). 🙂