Ask the Center

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i ask the center of this world a

lonely question because i know

its mass is greater skating off a surface

slightly cooler to the touch,

reduced to iron

only you obstruct

my justice and burn

hotter than blue giant

stars.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017

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Number Poetry: New Collection and Blog Companion!

For some time, I have wanted to write a blog companion book. Unfortunately television and Netflix have gotten in the way. Did you know they have Hercules AND Beauty and the Beast now!? It’s a golden age.

BUT I have gained a fascination with numbers and number poems. I think this has came to light in several of my poems. Coincidentally, these are the poems I discuss and share most. Thus, a short collection was born.

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Anyway, you can find my new chapbook on Amazon and Createspace.

Here are a few samples that have appeared on my blog.

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Fiendfyre

I saw the will to change

Extinguished like a 1,000

Beasts rose high, like chills

When I could see her and

Remain invisible.

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Shadows

Shadows are the shade within

clear boundaries; deep desired

whispers we have Found

Imagine artificial light and you

will see our lust corroded

with despair,

The cotton fabric of existence

torn as waves crash down.

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Fantasists

We became those people overnight

Fantasists who day daydream holding hands

and speak in whispers of true love.

Like nothing came before a kiss

across the console of a Chevy Cruz or

will exist without space curvature

across the low points of our spine.

I’ve fanned the flames and

Lost myself in your geometry.

I Am Struck

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of all absurd notions,

i am struck how love

for forests or the trees

can be tied up in delusion and

compared to racist thoughts –

as if rain pulls over drivers

of a different color or

snow falls only with the

line of poverty –

we share the world

and forget that is living

off insurance with a high

deductible.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017

The Huntress with Helle Gade

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Blue hearts hum

With ceiling fans

 

Free as coils

Burning casually

On unsocked feet

 

The huntress comes at night

Her silent voice

Carried by the northern wind

Listen carefully

For she whispers

The secrets of the dark

 

She hunts the truth

The fears you harbour

She will alleviate

For she is all there stands

 

Between you and the evil

That hunts in the dark hours

 

Winter is approaching

With thunderous steps

Gale winds of cold fury

Following from the frosty

North It is time to go to ground

To cover up and wait longingly

For spring to chase away

The harsh breath of frost

I wish I could hibernate

 

Like a grizzly bear

Awake to budding flowers

And the promise of light

 

I fear an icy wind, and collapsing through the narrow skin –

Perhaps it is possible to bloom below subzero or survive in stasis

If not thrive.

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© 2017 Helle Gade and Ben Ditmars

Poetry at the Delaware Library

Every month poets meet at the library in Delaware, Ohio to read, workshop and discuss their work. We usually include a writing prompt as well. I would like to share a few haiku written by the group and its members. Feel free to join us next month on November 5th at 3 PM. Find the Facebook event here.

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dog and board struck hedge

red board wheels tail legs stick out

fell in hedge. think hard.

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where am i? in hedge?

feeling free in the darknenss

relax or struggle?

~

soft hedges blur in-

sanity, new places to

find metatarsals.

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We wrote these haiku together:

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grass escapes inside

sabrina falls into fog

brioken like a branch.

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wind blows orange leaves

two friends sit upon a bench

no longer lonely.

 

Bitter Consolation

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heavy elements will linger in the
bitter consolation given

because he knew what he
signed up for

and the waves of gravity
and gold don’t matter

Myeshia is a black hole
widow

absorbing endless light

from speeches and a
fractured sympathy.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017