Neologism
Once talk at the next table had hushed, I made the observation
that it was likely they were listening to our conversation.
And though they were both smirking and though their eyes were glistening,
they swore they were not eavesdropping. They were just overlistening!
For dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge: Eavesdrop. (This true story happened to a friend and me in 1981 in a small diner in Cannon Beach, Oregon.) A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words.
Haha!
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Caught in the act! Cheeky so-and-sos…
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🤣 priceless!
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Don’t we all? 🙂 Good poem
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Yes. Part of the fun of going out in public.
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Ah, accidental overhearing. Innocents, no doubt!
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They chuckled when they said it.They could tell we knew they were listening and in a way it was flattering. We were there for a writer’s workshop so our words were required to be interesting! (They weren’t–they were strangers to us–not part of the obligatorily entertaining.)
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Love it… Overlistening indeed!! Oh for the days of being at a full restaurant eavesdroppind on all the conversations around us! Love the photo!
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I had such a good time that year. All three of my grandnieces came to visit me at different times. Wish they’d come back. Stephanie was going to and then the coronavirus hit.
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I could see the joy on your faces! A wonderful post!
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Thanks, Roth..
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I love the title, Judy, and your anecdotal quadrille made me smile. Is it a true story? 😉 I love the photo too!
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That is my grandniece and partial namesake Stephanie Judith and me! She was visiting me in Mexico.
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This one made me smile 😀 I love that photo too! 💝
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“overlistening” what a great euphemism will have to remember it
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I’ve used it a few times myself, Lisa.
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