dVerse Poets Pub: OLN #189

Today, I am linking up for Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub. http://dversepoets.com/2017/02/09/openlinknight-189/ Come join us for some fine poetry writin’…

Laphroaig Night
It is February 8th.
February. 8th.
It is 75 degrees farenheit.
The last time the temperature was this high was 1925.
I’m standing on my back porch
Breathing in the night,
Sipping a good single malt
and listening to the peepers singing
down by the creek.
They are crawling tgrough the wet leaves
And doing their mating thang.
The high pitched bells of their tiny throats
each proclaiming:
In the midst of death we are in life.
In spite of myself I smile.
Politics, religion, wars, arguments,
Fights, battles, hunger, grief, sickness, anger –
All are silenced by their voices.
I finish my scotch.
I smile.
In the midst of death we are in life.

31 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 16:08:19

    Yes we need to be able to capture that moment.. amazing how close you and Jane where in finding that peace in all the turmoil

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    • kanzensakura
      Feb 09, 2017 @ 16:11:00

      Like I say to everyone; you don’t like our president? Move on. Get on with life and start living it instead of heaping up regret. I have more important things on my mind than these wretched political runs.

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  2. erbiage
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 16:10:28

    With this you have moved into a different bin.

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  3. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 16:14:52

    Sigh. Indeed, no point moaning when life continues around us. No use wasting time.

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  4. Linda Kruschke
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 16:20:56

    You are having the weather I want and we are having the weather you want. Perhaps we should switch places for awhile and you can enjoy our high 40s (and at last today low 50s!). At any rate, life will continue on.

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  5. Jane Dougherty
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 16:47:00

    Life goes on whatever, even if we do our damnedest to cripple it.

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  6. whippetwisdom
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 16:58:36

    We are in life Toni and I love that message in the peeper’s song. Laphroig is our favourite whisky and I shall raise a glass to your good health 💖

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  7. thotpurge
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 17:56:14

    That’s beautiful..this is what nature can do..reset our minds..

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  8. Grace
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 18:18:04

    I love how nature reminds us, that we are not the constant in this world ~ Good day today too, with the sun up and bright here ~ So thankful of all the blessings despite the craziness in our world ~ Take care Toni ~

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  9. Glenn Buttkus
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 19:41:02

    3 days ago NW WA got more than a foot of snow. Steady rains have melted it, with temps in the 50’s–but now there is flooding to contend with. Just one damn thing after another. You poem is like doing meditation, or walking in the forest; thanks.

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  10. Bev
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 20:23:40

    How true that we can find solace and peace in taking the time to be silent and absorb nature. This is beautifully written. Yes, in the midst of death we are in life.

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  11. frankhubeny
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 21:33:31

    Nice line: “In the midst of death we are in life.” One worth repeating as you have done.

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  12. wordpalettes
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 22:05:56

    “In the midst of death we are in life” is a fascinating concept!
    I like “I finish my scotch, I smile”

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  13. Iris
    Feb 09, 2017 @ 23:48:24

    So true.

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  14. M
    Feb 10, 2017 @ 01:38:41

    well, the scotch helps, yes. though the ice melts faster. ~

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  15. Rosemary Nissen-Wade
    Feb 10, 2017 @ 06:13:27

    Oh yes – and we forget that human beings are far from the only forms of life and the others don’t give a toss about politics and stuff. Life itself goes on, regardless.

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  16. Sanaa Rizvi
    Feb 10, 2017 @ 06:23:33

    I love the wisdom in this!

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  17. paul scribbles
    Feb 10, 2017 @ 11:37:46

    i love this…in life we are always in the midst of death too right? It’s a circle…Laphroaig helps us to savour the moment for sure.

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  18. ladynyo
    Feb 10, 2017 @ 12:38:48

    THis comes from such a deep place….and speaks to the truth of all life. And death. This is a poem that lingers…’the high pitched bells of their tiny throats.’…..just beautiful, Toni. rather a benediction.

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  19. Victoria C. Slotto
    Feb 10, 2017 @ 19:06:57

    Also enjoying warm weather and family visiting but in Reno, flooding everywhere. And so it is.

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  20. Bryan Ens
    Feb 12, 2017 @ 22:41:59

    Those critters…they aren’t perturbed by any of our silly politics. 🙂

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  21. lillian
    Feb 13, 2017 @ 09:13:30

    So late to the reading…apologies. Bermuda’s beauty calls me away from my computer! But this, Toni….this is lovely. In the midst of death, we are life. Some would say, even in the dying, we move on to life.
    And how I love the finality of your action, downing the scotch.

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  22. Angela
    Feb 17, 2017 @ 07:50:40

    I love when time stands still as I read. We must still and savor. Beautiful!

    Reply

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