Photograph by Helle Gade
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Breathe Helium
Helle Gade
Humble Glow
Photograph by Helle Gade
Bombs Drop With Caution
Photograph by Helle Gade
Bombs may drop if we
Stop dropping rock
And roll –
Listen to these
Words of caution
Write them, memorize
A slant and curve –
First world children
Take your time.
Take all of it.
It’s yours.
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© Ben Ditmars 2018
The Huntress with Helle Gade
Image Source: Flickr
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
Haiku in Memory of Tom Petty
~
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.
~
music and chaos
free fall into nothing, the
sounds of nineteen guns.
~
she was an american girl…
a nurse, a teacher, a veteran.
~
© Ben Ditmars 2017
Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade
Atrophy
Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade
#NEWRELEASE People Are Strange
I am excited to write that Book 5 in the Mind’s Eyes Series is finally published! I have several poems included in this collection and collaborate with world-class writers and photographers such as Helle Gade, Maria Savva, Darcia Helle, Kim Stapf, Martin David Porter, J. Michael Radcliffe, Julie Elizabeth Powell, Thomma Lyn Grindstaff and Maria Haskins.
The idea was to look at photographs of people and interpret them creatively. I think one of my own favorites was a picture of man walking down a road. It reminded me of a Robert Frost poem, The Road Not Taken and I wrote a kind of tribute:
Lonely Road
If I could travel down that lonely road…
I might ask about his suicide that never
was, his lover’s quarrel with the world,
two roads diverged with burning paper
and an accidental fire
long walks where green was gold
before her heart attack,
knowing way leads onto way,
has it made the difference?
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Shed Skin
Black Butterflies
gun-shy down
the barrel of a
ball-point pen.
chasing answers
like black butterflies.
© Ben Ditmars 2015
Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade
Read her blog here.
Rock or Island
somehow ambiance is lost on
power-lines, silent stitches
I can’t comprehend without
more rain like Charlie Sheen
intoxicated with a virus…
I might be a
rock or island.
© Ben Ditmars 2015
Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade
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