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I roll morning blinds and see
a vista of life ashimmer with
Sol’s panoptic egalitarianism.
I don’t bother with socks and shoes.
Swooping up a cup of hot coffee,
I step outside and join the scenery.
Soft sighs, one with all, welcomed,
refreshed, refashioned.
Image: “Landscape,” by Jean Charlot (1898-1979)
De Jackson (aka WhimsyGizmo) is today’s host for dVerse’ Quadrille. De says:
Compose us a poem of precisely 44 words, not including the title, and including some form of the word BOTHER.
Tao Talk 
I feel ready to skip the socks… it sounds wonderful to go out barefoot.
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I hear you! :)
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Oh how lovely!
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Thank you, Linda :)
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Why would anybody bother with shoes when the sun calls in such a way?
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Exactly, Ingrid!
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Ohh this is so so beautiful! You make me want to frolick outside without socks and shoes and a care in the world :D
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I can’t wait! Thanks, Sanaa!
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Lots of sunshine here today and over the weekend, but still too cold to go without shoes and socks. Roll on warmer weather!
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Amen!
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:)
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beautifully barefoot and unbothered “I step outside and join the scenery.”
A lovely read
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Thanks, Laura.
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Nice one !!! go with flow of your Spring day
Happy Monday
Much💛love
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Thanks, Gillena! Just waiting to get my feet in the grass but with warm earth underneath :)
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Ah the magic of words: “Sol’s panoptic egalitarianism.” Very inclusive is the sun.
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Thank you, Dora, yes it is.
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You’re most welcome, my friend.
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Lisa, not only did I love this poem, but somehow, in a way that I can’t explain (to myself), I feel that this is something I could never write – something about the phrases, the words, the imagery… it’s hard to explain… but it feels like something that I aspire to.
<3
David
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David, you humble me with your words. It’s something I haven’t felt in awhile, but today, yes!
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Mornings are wonderful when “all is calm and all is bright!” Especially with that first cup of coffee! Well done Lisa.
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Dwight, oh how I love that first cup of coffee with the entree a morning of “all is calm and all is bright.” Thank you, my friend.
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Your are welcome… and your book is in the email!
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Awesome. Thanks again!
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:>)
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I love that early morning, barefoot moment.
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:)
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I miss my barefoot days. My feet have grown softer now though. You definitely capture the joy of being out without socks and shoes. Thanks for the read.
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My pleasure. Glad you enjoyed the poem.
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Indoor life is an overall bother. I’ll meet you out there!
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:)
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I’m with you, although I did wear shoes to do some yard work.
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How relaxing, I will join you!!
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:) Hey, I tried to comment on your poem and the comment disappeared. I loved what you wrote and it reminded me of reading about High Park in Toronto and the cherry trees yesterday. Would love to see that one spring once the pandemic is over.
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I had the same problem but as Grace is not on WP I doubt she’ll read our msgs ..
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It’s frustrating trying to toggle between WP and Blogger sometimes. I’ve been doing the A2Z this month and a goodly portion of the participants are on Blogger…
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can hardly blame them .. WP is rapidly going out backwoods!
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I don’t know about that. Comparing the two, I think Blogger is the dinosaur, but I have no idea what else is out there.
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they seem the two main freebies …
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Barefoot in the dewy grass – lovely feeling Lisa ☺️
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:) Seems like kids are so much more in touch literally with nature than us adults.
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Yes, like little ones running around with nioclothes on. They love it! ☺️
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Such a lovely feel too you’re poem here.
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Thank you <3
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You’re welcome Li
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oh what a lovely dream! I wish … those last two words
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Yes! Soon to be real!
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looking forward to seeing this :)
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Soft sighs, one with all, welcomed,
refreshed, refashioned.
Nice sense of fulfillment to go out to enjoy the sunshine barefooted! Some new words to savour Jade! Thanks!
Hank
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Woot! Woot! You’re welcome :)
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Oh, I feel this to my core. I’ve been eying the parks. My toes are longing for sun and grass.
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Glad it connected with you, Raivenne. Mine are too!
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This feels so spring-like with all of the re-births in this poem. Cheers to the spring bringing these feelings. I’m still awaiting them here.
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Karen, I hope they make their way to you soon. It was a moment here, today there’s weathercast of snow.
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It’s only just peeking it’s head out, Spring. We may be past the snow here, at least that’s what I’m choosing to believe.
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This is sensational… Every day is fashioned anew…
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Biko, thank you very much. It truly is. Cat Stevens: “morning has broken // like the first morning”…
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You have a magical way with words, barefoot / otherwise. Sighs as I read your quadrille …. ready to meet my day (barefoot.)
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Helen, your comment makes me smile. I like to think of you walking barefoot on your new carpet …. then stepping out into the grass :)
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Love those “soft sighs.” I often don’t bother with shoes, either. ;)
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Awesome, De! Happy Toes Trails to You!
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Wonderful poem Lisa. I too am a Nelipot, always have been :-)
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JP, I had no idea there was another term for barefooter! Thanks for teaching me something new today. You couldn’t keep shoes on me as a kid. I need to do it more often as an adult.
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Oh yes, we all need to practice it more as adults. I do “earthing” which is just walking barefoot in the grass or dirt or sand, whatever as a meditation. :-)
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:)
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I really enjoyed your poem. I especially love the line. “I step outside and join the scenery.” And the painting you chose is wonderful.
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Thank you so much. It took me awhile to find an image I thought fit the feeling. I appreciate you noticing it.
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You’re welcome. Great find!
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Joining the scenery…I like that. (K)
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Amazing 😍
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