People are sharing in the company “chat”
Way too much information
Things others are reading, they should not know
Sometimes bullying co-workers.
Often hostile messages.
Totally unprofessional.
I am more experienced.
Have learned the hard way more times than the others.
Because I am seasoned.
All written text can and will be misinterpreted.
If you have a beef, pick up the phone and call that person.
Better yet, go see them.
Talk to them belly to belly.
The most ineffective communication is text and email.
Worse, they have proof and can show it around.
I decide to text because texts are never misunderstood.
I lose my best friend and my husband in the same day.
Not to each other, just to me.
So the next time I have something important to say
I call the person up and try to tell them on the phone.
She ends up hanging up on me.
MOM!
Third time is a charm
For I learn things at least three times before I get it.
I go to their house and burn a cat-shaped haystack.
Neighbors come out and hold me until the police come.
Frankly I am not great at communication apparently.
So now I am sitting in my jail cell writing day by day
Wondering if I am reaching anybody
Not really caring
Just wondering….
If you want harsh feelings
If you strive to miscommunicate
If you adore confrontation
If you want hatred to call you out
If your brain is disengaged
If you do not remember how harsh written words are
If you love to miscommunicate
Text someone
Social media
A fast way to lose friends
Lifelong friends.
One crazy rant, and
You get bumped or dumped
One mean sentence, and you get unfriended
People’s feelings get hurt by words not intended for them
Not directed at them in any way
They misunderstand
Hold grudges
Stop talking to you at parties
Social media
The fastest way I know to destroy a friendship
The quickest way to divide a family,
Tweeting?
A thirteen-year-old child’s weapon
Instant and nonreturnable
Out there before the brain can think,
Social media
A new way to miscommunicate fast.
So much imaginary – like ghosts in space
Yet real, alive, distinct mind provoking
Much of what we hear and see is an illusion
Or a transient dream
Distortion hammered into our senses
Look at the ocean waves - to the horizon
Peak from high mountaintop
Below, a foreboding, splendid landscape Is the bird’s song real?
Or even the moan and ecstatic body movement of a lover
Hear the rumble of thunder
The awe of the crashing, vibrating lightning
See the gigantic contours of gray dark monster clouds Or witness actors on the stage
Transform into new bodies and characters
Or create a replica of life so real
All our sense are bombarded constantly
Unknown waves pass through our bodies
All in an instant illusion of time
We don’t even shake, rattle and roll!
How quickly life passes by
We wonder who we are? How we fit in?
We are small mobile creatures on two legs, foraging
We use an odd mixture of phonemes and syllables
To communicate and often to miscommunicate
Only at the cry of the baby’s birth
The crash of the car accident
Or parting with a dear friend
Only then -
Reality dissolves our illusion
How quickly life passes by
We wonder who we are
How we fit in
We are small, mobile creatures on two legs
Foraging, we use an odd mixture of concocted
shorthand
to communicate
And often to miscommunicate
So much imaginary – like ghosts in space
Yet real, alive, distinct mind provoking
Much of what we hear and see is an illusion
Or a transient dream
Distortion hammered into our senses
Look at the ocean waves - to the horizon
Peak from high mountaintop
Below, a foreboding, splendid landscape
Is the bird’s song real?
Or even the moan and ecstatic body movement of a lover
Hear the rumble of thunder
The awe of the crashing, vibrating lightning
See the gigantic contours of gray dark monster clouds
Or witness actors on the stage
Transform into new bodies and characters
Or create a replica of life so real
All our sense are bombarded constantly
Unknown waves pass through our bodies
All in an instant illusion of time
We we don’t even shake, rattle and roll!
How quickly life passes by
We wonder who we are? How we fit in?
We are small mobile creatures on two legs, foraging
We use an odd mixture of phonemes and syllables
To communicate and often to miscommunicate
Only at the cry of the baby’s birth
The crash of the car accident
Or part with a dear friend
Only then reality dissolves our illusion