He loved to pontificate
on this and that
foisting his didactic opinion
on her every time
she listened quietly
offering no viewpoint
she was perspicacious
enough to know
one day she would
have her vengeance
all she had to do
was bide her time.
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I love the word perspicacious. Excellent poem.
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I like it too! Thank you so much, Kristian. š
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Most a–holes talk themselves into their own demise, sooner or later. Love this, so much and can apply it to so many )
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Ah! I am glad it can come handy! Thank you so much, Inky.
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You are kindly welcome, Punam.
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You made those pesky prompts come together! Well done šš
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Yes, it took some time though! Thank you so much. šš
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oh the lurking deep dangers of suppressing … masterful use of prompts once again, there is no limit to your imagination for these poems!
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Beautiful.. šš
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Thanks dear. šš
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šš
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beware of listeners who dont offer an opinion
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Haha! Still waters certainly run deep!
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Rue that day, they always say watch out for the quiet ones. š
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Indeed! Specially the too quiet ones! š
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Lol, yes indeed š
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love this, silence and patience will weather it
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Yes, indeed. Thanks a lot, dear.
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