Saturday, December 03, 2011

Disorderly Love

This poem is featured in Ben Ditmars' chapbook of poetry, Night Poems. Available on Amazon for Kindle and Print.


Love isn't orderly.
It bleeds; it stains
In memories pinned up
On refrigerator doors.
Drawings and report cards
Stacked with letters, doodads
On an otherwise dull surface.
We sacrifice aesthetics
And our own reflection
In the glossy chrome.

9 comments:

  1. So true Ben. A refrigerator is the bulletin board of the home's heart.

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  2. Dang. This is appropriate to my life.

    Very well put.

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  3. Annie: What's on your fridge right now? Also, what's in? Anything tasty? ;)

    Jack: Yeah you'd think a heart beating in constant rhythm would bring some semblance of order to life.

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  4. Love is so many things...and yes definitely messy..nice work!

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  5. Hi Ben :)

    I surfed in here from Shreya's great site and am really enjoying your poetry!

    Keep up the good work :)
    Fiona

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  6. Thank you Fiona! Really glad you surfed in :)

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  7. Hah...this was particularly appropriate for my morning. Great job.

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