No One Is Listening

I am going to Cuba, Susan said at the same time Diane said she was going to Spain.
Elise and I were staring outside; I was reflecting on whether or not it could rain.
I think I will kill my dog this week, Marcia said, testing our hearing, and our attention.
No one was listening to each other, these friends and I, a fact I barely have to mention.
I had a date with a guy on Plenty of fish, Loretta said. He was unkempt, and rather harried.
I told you those idiots are players, Jenny said, and some of the thicker bearded ones are married.
I am going to Cuba, Susan tried again.  But no one was listening, so nobody heard.
We were now busy cautioning Loretta about writing and texting to this crazy nerd.
Rain I think, Elise said. I am definitely killing the dog, Marcia offered, her ring glistening.
No one heard, because frankly we have been friends so long, no one is ever truly now listening.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Marc Avatar
September 19, 2018 at 6:49 PM
That was very entertaining!
Krutsinger Avatar
September 20, 2018 at 12:02 AM
I had hoped it might be, so glad it was.
Bauer Avatar
September 19, 2018 at 9:20 AM
very perceptive, caren! it does seem like everyone just wants to get in her own two cents. you've nailed this...
Krutsinger Avatar
September 19, 2018 at 9:42 AM
I am the one who keeps throwing something outrageous in, wondering when they will notice. They never do.
Mcferran Avatar
September 19, 2018 at 3:38 AM
Oh wow, I've noticed this phenomenon, too. And though I try to stay present and really LISTEN, I even catch myself sometimes (with my nearest and dearest) tuning out... awful, but so true.
Krutsinger Avatar
September 19, 2018 at 7:02 AM
It is amazing how little we listen,all of us talking, thinking what we say has a bit of importance, waiting for our chance to jump in and talk again.
Gauthier Avatar
September 18, 2018 at 8:57 PM
YES - and that is exactly why I write poetry - it's the only time I don't get interrupted and can finish my sentences! Well penned, Caren.
Krutsinger Avatar
September 18, 2018 at 11:53 PM
Thank you Line. I watch my girlfriends all talking and I have to wonder WHO is listening? No one!
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