Wine Sipped Words

your wine-sipped words
asphyxiate my verse, babe,
like suicide, there’s no going
back to cold hands or a
paper ring – the rush of
sugar in a coffee shop
alone.

© Ben Ditmars 2015

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Behind Every Plague

let your hair down,
beg the question.

measure sadness
by the glass.

there are silver linings
behind every plague and

drained cliché

the rest is breathing,
eyes wide open in the dark
and history.

© Ben Ditmars 2015

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Time Rolls Along

Every month I meet with my poetry group, as part of The Mid-Ohio Fine Art Society. We talk about different events, write and share poetry. It’s a lot of fun and if you’re in the Marion Ohio area, I encourage you to join us. You can find the Facebook group here. During the last meeting three of our members, including me, wrote a short poem together. I would like to share it with you today.

Poem composed by Ashley Mullins, Ben Ditmars, and Michael Schurch:

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Brown curtains hum a jagged song
White walls reach high into night
Seconds, minutes, the time rolls along
Candle flames are somber light
New beginnings bring promise and hope
The past eventually will disappear from sight
Nail polish tarnished by soap.

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