Haiku in Memory of Tom Petty

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i smell of the moon –

one last time to kill the pain

and taste rock candy.

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no, i won’t back down

among the wildflowers

we belong to them.

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music and chaos

free fall into nothing, the

sounds of nineteen guns.

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she was an american girl…

a nurse, a teacher, a veteran.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017

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Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade

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Swallow the Sun

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if a solar eclipse can

swallow the sun, will

there be less darkness?

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will we feel the speed

of gravity stop everything –

or will we carry on

frozen lifeless

shouting racial slurs?

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i hope they find us staring

deeply at each other

after sex

or dancing slow –

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i want to be a sculpture

of a swan or angel

~

anything but human.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017

Throwback

I wrote this back in the dark ages of July 2017. Has it really been that long?

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Starry Isolation

pulses rising in the
desert sunset

branding us with vapor,
starry skies

we survive against
the night, entwined

becoming one.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017

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Photograph Courtesy of Amber AquaIntense Norrgard

Fire and the Fury

i have been busy
writing poetry by sight
and sound – observing
fire and the fury
without words –

somehow less is more
than we deserve,
another Vicodin replacing cigarettes

when death is near enough
to Bedminster, Mar a Lago or
his tower –

it will be a national emergency.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017

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