In The Picture, Near It Or Close To The Frame Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No matter what is said,
To another with words believed understood...
There will be a misinterpretation,
That is explained to someone else...
For that person to comprehend,
Within the limits of what they have experienced.
And everyone knows those experiences are different.

And if an experience is limited with no sense to make,
Eventually there will be yet another someone...
Who becomes offended,
By what was intentionally not meant to escalate...
For anyone else to hear in the first place.
But in small towns,
Nothing is left as it had initially originated.

'I just want you to know,
I heard what you said.
But I'll go ahead and forgive you anyway.'

~What did you hear that I said?
When you weren't there or in the conversation.~

'It doesn't matter.
Although you could have come to me first.'

~But what I said wasn't about you at all.
Nor were you,
In the picture, near it or close to the frame.~

'That's not what I heard.
And you don't have to explain.
I'm not into photography.
Or words I heard you want to now change.'