It’s Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, and we’re invited to post our 44-word contributions which, this week, must include some use of/reference to “eavesdropping”. So:
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Closing Time
Three vacated tables away a couple,
their eavesdropped interchange
no longer indecipherable amid
the rabble’s babble,
very coldly discuss the terms
of their impending separation,
each amicably allowing the other
an ample opportunity to verbally
consider and share their degree of
eagerness for divorce.
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dVerse Poets Pub
Quadrille Monday #111
~ eavesdropping ~
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Sounds like it would be very uncomfortable to overhear. It’s regrettable that when relationships fall apart, the reasons they first came together are so far away. Good poem, sad subject.
A sad conversation to overhear…and sadly all too common.
Well if it has to come to this – at least be amicable about it.
That is a tragic thing to happen to overhear!
A sad tale too often true. Took me a third time to get mine right. Beautiful daughter from the first, two handsome sons from the second — one still living. And the third now going on 34 years. I finally grew up… 🙂
it does happen in life.
A very sad but often true scenario! Great take on the prompt!
You’ve really conveyed the coldness of a love gone sour here: powerful and sad, but amicable at least!
An excellent snapshot of an eavesdrop, Ron! I imagine there are waiters and bartenders all over the world who have overheard the end of a relationship, an affair or a marriage. I like the ambiguity of the title too.
A very real slice of life. I often wonder about people who discuss very private things in very public places (and now hold loud, private conversations on their phones).
Sort of like dissecting a carcass? I love the term rabble’s babble!
Yick, this is one type of conversation that shouldn’t be shared….but maybe they were scared of talking without unwilling witnesses.
It’s strange and sometimes funny the things we overhear in public places. This is awkward conversation to have overheard.