God’s Sore Throat

God’s sore throat,
old bark of peace

slow and steady
thunder caught
on branches.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Photograph by Freya Holloway

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Verbal Ashes

dawn before pitch-black
hours of your heart
has cost us hydrogen
and helium, the stuff
of stars

settled into verbal ashes
tears of helplessness,
appeals to God and words
that bleed the most.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Photograph Courtesy of Jacqueline Smith.

Read her blog here.

Echoes of Laughter

“it’s all accumulation and the aftermath,”
she says as I would question her
about the failing earth and
giants unaware that they
are sinking every day –

we share what’s left
of predetermination as
the echoes of her laughter
warm my heart.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf

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Composed of Crying

I have often wondered what tears look like
underneath a microscope, until I saw
how tears of grief were not glass shards,
those of hope did not skip like stones
or dance as I imagined tears of laughter,
flowing past a nonexistent bridge
composed of crying for the souls
we can’t replace.

© Ben Ditmars 2016

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Photograph Courtesy of Kim Stapf

Read her blog here.