Morning’s nature place
I seldom see anymore
except in flat snapshots,
neatly tucked away;
pulled out from their cache
when it’s time to cry
or write poems.
Morning’s rally place
is one of dreams interrupted,
clarion to conform; where
one puts on the uniform.
Linda Lee Lyberg is today’s host of dVerse’ Quadrille Monday. Linda says:
write a quadrille (a poem of 44 words) with the word Morning.
Tao Talk 
Well said. Mass consciousness is becoming increasingly a place seen only in old photos for me too.
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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Early risers for work really do miss the morning spectacle it seems. Well done, Lisa!
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Dwight, thank you! There is something about not having to wake up to an alarm clock that is indescribably delicious.
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Oh, you are right about that! I let the sun wake me in the morning!
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If more of us stopped to really see and feel the morning, I think the world would be a different place. Lovely Lisa.
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Linda, I agree with you 100%! It sets the tone of the day. Imagine every day being so beautiful and appreciated ❤
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Oy. Conformity? Nah.
Marvelous.
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Thanks, Ron!
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The earlier i have to work, the earlier i rise. I still refuse to miss the morning. Great poem Lisa!
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Mary, happy you are an early riser. I could never get the hang of it 😉 Thank you very much and glad you enjoyed the poem.
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You described the beauty of morning well in this piece. Nice poem.
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Thank you, Miss Arcadia.
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This makes me think about the many, many people who don’t get the chance to connect with nature during their daily lives. How I wish everyone had this opportunity. Thank you for sharing.
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I’m sorry it made you think of those unfortunate individuals. I know that a lot city kids here have never been out to Lake MI. That’s a sad reality 😦
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We were opposites today, you tell of the bad, I tell a good item.
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I just read your happy telling, Jim. Glad you can commune with morning.
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A morning not rushed by routine is the best! Wonderful write, Li.
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Thanks much, Punam.
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My pleasure.
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Your poem is so beautiful Li. Mornings are the best time to be up and do the work that’s only done in solitude.
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Sadje, I believe you. Since I’m in solitude all of the time these days, later works as well as early. I do like how the morning is much cooler than it often is later in the day.
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I have lot of family around me that’s why I relish the solitude of early morning. Nowadays, however due to my foot surgery, my sleep schedule is all haywire and I often sleep in late. I do miss my early mornings.
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Sadje, I hope you can get back into your routine again soon. Is your foot doing well? How much longer on restriction?
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Thanks Li. A bit more than 3 weeks in cast. Then hopefully it will be okay. We’ll only know for sure when the cast comes off. 🤞🏼
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:::fingers crossed::: I hope you get yourself a nice pedicure after the cast comes off ❤
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Haha! I’d definitely need it. 😂
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p.s. Thank you 🙂
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You’re welcome ☺️
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I sympathise with everyone who has to get up in the morning to go to work instead of getting up because they want to. I’m happy that I haven’t had to do that for a long time, and I can spend as much time in ‘morning’s nature place’ as I want. Great use of alliteration in the phrase ‘clarion to conform’, Lisa, and rhyme in the final couplet.
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I hear you on the sympathizing. Glad you’re in the nature place also. Thanks for noticing, Kim.
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We miss so much. That probably why we let things be destroyed. We never knew them anyway.
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Devastating comment, Jane, as it screams the truth. It’s also poetry.
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Sad, isn’t it?
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I can feel your pain…nature replaced by concrete, and life by dull uniformity.
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Thank you for reading and your comment, Tanmay.
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That last stanza! It’s difficult working one’s way out of that uniform!
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Petru, it sure is. It took me 25 years to get out of mine. I still marvel at those individuals who have managed to stay out of them their entire lives.
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Role models! 😂
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🙂 ❤
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‘clarion to conform’ – damn that pesky trumpet. (Grateful I no longer have to comply). Love your quadrille, Lisa.
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Marion, thanks much, and happy for you that you are out of the rat race.
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Morning certainly gets polluted by the need to rush to be somewhere instead of being able to unwind with its pace. (K)
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What a picture…and made better by your words Lisa.
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Thank you. I liked how this poem turned out, as it gets about as transparent as I can get 🙂
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I can feel your words in this one a lot.
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❤
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Today is my son’s first day of school and we both had to get up and greet the morning rather than snooze it away! 😆 It’s a beautiful sight to see but now I’m going to need a nap. Enjoyed your wordplay, especially the last stanza! 👏👏
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Congrats on your son’s first day of school. It’s always big doins for kids and parents. And now that your child is in school, please take that nap 🙂 Thanks, Tricia.
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My pleasure, Lisa! 💓
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The only way is to sleep outdoors… then you find that nature morning third dimension.
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I bet. Thank you, Bjorn. I’m glad you had your adventure and got your third dimension mojo going.
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Mornings are lovely 🌹😚 when you get time to enjoy them
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If I could skip the bit between waking up and finishing that first cuppajoe I would be only too happy to rise early. Alas, this is probably not possible.
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That’s quite sad, Lisa 😦
I felt this poem very deeply…
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David
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David, every road has a few bumps along the way. I’m glad you connected with the poem. Thanks, buddy ❤
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