Ode to Being Placed on Hold
The music rarely
entertains,
but I find
peace between
the notes,
sometimes,
and embrace
the notion that
I’ve been inserted
in that peculiar
capsule between
speech and the
void, imagining
myself somewhere,
floating, free
of care and
gravity,
beer can
satellites
orbiting my head,
with bites of
pungent cheeses
and baguette
circling in
their wake,
a gift, you see,
like rain in
August or
a warm voice
saying hello.
“Ode to Being Placed on Hold” was written during the Tupelo Press 30-30 marathon in August 2015. Many thanks to Mary “marso” of the blog “marsowords” who sponsored and provided the title. The poem also appeared here in March 2016.
well thought over and beautifully woven.
ode to being placed on hold is good.
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Thanks very much.
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you are welcome sir
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Haha 😀 well written and funny 🙂
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Thanks very much. Glad you liked it.
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I was going, “oh, this is really nice and floaty” until I reached the beer can satellites. I forget that that there’s the option of provisional multi-tasking while waiting for customer service! I will keep this in mind 😂
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Unfortunately there are those days when even beer and cheese don’t help!
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It probably really depends on whom you’re talking to on the receiver! Customer Service seems to be mostly hair-pulling and eye-roll activity…I understand your pain…
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I’m happy that I don’t have to spend much time dealing with them.
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I’ve often thought of writing a piece on the subject. Mine would be far more violent.
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Been there!
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Lovely stuff. I shall remember this next time I’m wound up by impatience and screeching like a banshee into the receiver….😂
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I could not work in customer service. Or, rather, I would be very bad at it.
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as a Wisconsin-ite, I particularly enjoyed your imagery 🙂
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More cheese! Thank you, Nancie.
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Classic! I could see this one appearing in a whole collection among such titles as, “Ode to Waiting in Line at the DMV,” or “Ode to Prepping for a Colonoscopy”…
You captured, you commiserated, you conquered — in inspiring Okaji fashion! Your optimism always makes my day a little bit easier.
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I think I’ll leave those titles to someone else. 🙂
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😜
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One word: perfect! 😀
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Thank you!
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another great piece of work! You are way too talented… 🙂
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The mind wanders as I muddle through life… 🙂
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Yes… you wander and muddle through lIfe… like Hemingway wandered and muddled through The Sun Also Rises! If only I could muddle and wander with as much ebullient Yamato-damashii as you do…
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At 18 I knew and was certain about so much. 40 years later, I know very little, but desperately want to learn. Thus I muddle through my days and ask questions.
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But as you well know, a REAL education rids us of ignorance, not adds certainty. There are things we can know, but the edges of such knowledge are permeable borders (parerga): certainty is an evolutionary process. Any genius or idiot can can say “I don’t know…”, BUT… the truth of their statement lies in the work(s) engendered by certainty or doubt. So you can say whatever you want about muddling, but in your case I could/can make empirical claims about your excellence.
People forget that I have a PhD in Anthropology, even though my degrees say Ethno-Music-ology… a branch of Anthropology. The “Ethno” gives it away. I can “ethno” you scientifically and empirically claim excellence! 🙂
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I like the blend of transcendentalism and humor. That plus cheese, and what more do you need? 🙂
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A little charcuterie might be good, too. 🙂
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I’ll stick with the cheese. 😉
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More cheese, then!
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Love it!
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Thanks, Val!
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Maybe I should recite this next time I’m ‘holding on’… Will certainly keep cheese handy.
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Beverages help, too!
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Lovely 😊
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Great poem! Loved the beer can satellites!!
Hold music is so distracting I can’t think of anything except, “Let me outa here!!!”
Dwight
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Perhaps they should recite poetry instead of playing yukky music!!
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love this! would you mind if I share it to my site?
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Thank you, and please feel free to share.
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thank you!
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Like the post! We’ll done
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Thanks very much.
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Delightful!
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Thanks, Carolin. The mundane surprises me constantly.
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you.
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I enjoyed how you limited the syllables on each line,
Like seconds marking the time spent imagining your phrases.
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I hadn’t quite imagined it in those terms, but thank you. Lines and their breaks are crucial to my poetry!
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