TheRealLJIdol-week 1-Quality

[krispykritter]

You gaze at the stars.
I enjoy the quiet of the night and the soft chirping of the crickets.
You admire a very handsome stranger as they pass by.
I stop to listen to someone’s voice that if they were even reading the dictionary I’d be entranced.
You talk about the amazing cinematography in the latest film.
I hear the music from the same film’s score and ask you if you noticed how it added to the magic.
You talk about reading the latest bestseller.
I tell you about how the narrator in the audiobook made the story come alive.
You drive your car everywhere in your solitary bubble.
I walk in companionable steps with my dog at my side, stopping to chat with a passerby.
You admire the changing of the leaves in the fall.
I smell the first cold snap of autumn in the air.
You admire the holiday light displays at Christmas.
I catch the first snowflakes on my tongue.
You ask why I am so happy.
I smile, scratch my dog’s ears, smell the fresh cut grass and listen to a distant crow calling its friends.
That, I say, is quality of life. Can you say the same?

Comments

[alycewilson]

Interesting contrasts here. I had to read it a second time to realize that the "you" of this poem is experiencing things primarily through their eyes, while the speaker of the poem is appreciating the world through other senses. Well done!

[alycewilson]

Absolutely, N.! I still think of you whenever I hear Lucinda Williams.

[alycewilson]

She's such an amazing storyteller. Was it a good show? I've only seen her live the time she opened for Neil Young here in Philly.