Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Pebbles in the Lake

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

Pebbles in the lake are
Children of boulders
Sinking to the sand and
Seeing hazy sunlight
Through the surface.

Segmented beams
Become a glow at night
For those embedded,
Unable to escape.

We dream in stasis
As the fish swim by
And divers brush their hands;
Bring warmth in long,
Forgotten crevices.


  1. Nice, languorous pace. Good rhythm control.

  2. Damn, now I want to go fishing and rock-skipping. My husband used to take me fishin', but as I always outfished him, he no longer wanted to take me and it's no fun alone. I grew up on Red River and began fishin' at age 6 with my Uncle Warner who ran nets on the River and sold fish commercially. I still prefer a cane pole and worms to rod & reels. Thanks for the memories your write brought to my mind. xo

  3. Jack: Thanks, Jack. You really understand mechanics :)

    Marion: You have such interesting stories about the South.

  4. Really love this one, Ben! I've always thought that Pebbles was too cute :)


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