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

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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.

~

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

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Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade

#NEWRELEASE People Are Strange

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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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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

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Photograph Courtesy of Helle Gade

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