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.
Conjured by at
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9 comments:

  1. Wine and WordsSaturday, December 3, 2011 at 10:36:00 AM EST

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

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  2. AnonymousSaturday, December 3, 2011 at 2:43:00 PM EST

    Dang. This is appropriate to my life.

    Very well put.

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  3. Ben DittySaturday, December 3, 2011 at 3:33:00 PM EST

    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. Susie ClevengerSaturday, December 3, 2011 at 11:53:00 PM EST

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

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  5. Ben DittySunday, December 4, 2011 at 1:33:00 AM EST

    Thanks Sus :)

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  6. --Sunday, December 4, 2011 at 5:33:00 PM EST

    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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  7. Ben DittyMonday, December 5, 2011 at 6:31:00 AM EST

    Thank you Fiona! Really glad you surfed in :)

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  8. BerlinerinPoetMonday, December 5, 2011 at 12:54:00 PM EST

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

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  9. Ben DittyMonday, December 5, 2011 at 6:34:00 PM EST

    Morning!? I hate getting up then ;)

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