Not unlike any other day;
Venturing a noon day stroll.
Characteristic music playing in my ears
Eerily absent as I make my way.
Preferring to listen to songs playing around me;
The rustling of leaves,
The birds in the trees,
Mariachi blaring from a passing car,
The sound of machinery
Busying otherwise idle hands,
The sounds of steel pipe clanging,
All music to my ears,
All sounds I would have missed
If they were muffled by my Beats.
How interesting I found this orchestra,
Each playing to its own metronome.
None were less sweet than the other
Though how vastly different the pitch.
Perhaps this is the beginning a new routine,
One in which I take notice.
Enjoying both the sights and sounds
Of the world that surrounds me
Instead of drowning it out with modern gadgetry.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Nice…a walk worth taking I’d say with all of life creating a beautiful concert.
Agreed, I don’t do this very often as I usually have music playing in my ears, but this was a very nice and unexpected pleasure. 🙂
Try it just at pre-dawn…it’s heaven! 🙂
Taking in the sounds abd cadence of living. Lovely!
Yes it is and I really enjoyed it. I’m going to do this more often. 🙂
Yes, indeed, I noticed it more after I read your poem…the winds were very chatty too.
Wow – you got Beats? What a hip dude you are:) I agree, though. Sometimes, I need to hear what is actually going on around me.
Well, I have to admit that I made the whole “Beats” part up, I really have a pair of old Sony ear-buds, but it never hurts to dream. I guess this would be called a “poetic liberty”. The rest of the poem is true though. 🙂
Hey – your still hip. You know what Beats are!
I do know what they are and I wouldn’t pay that much money for them. Way over priced. And thank you for saying I’m still hip, I just hope I don’t break one. 🙂
Not unlike any other day
Yet unlike any other me
I take notice today
Thank you very much. 🙂