Category Archives: love

Una Mañana Linda

Hey folks, new poem out. Just a short one today. It’s kinda sweet, so a little bit of a change up for me. Hope you like it. Without further ado…

Una Mañana Linda

I asked you softly 

just to love me

and wondered then

if you’d know me.

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I asked you softly 

just to touch me

and wandered then

around the bend.

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Turning a corner

to brick and to mortar,

I wondered then

if you could see me.

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In that gentle evening light I saw

a smile so wide

that morning called.

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Suppose I wondered then,

if you would softly love me.

~

¿Pues?

And So I Watched The Stars Go Out

Hey folks, got a longer piece for you here. I’ve been posting more to my substack, so check that out if you wanna. Some reposts of older stuff and such. Trying to get to 50 subs! Looking good so far. I’ll leave a link here: Substack. Without further ado…

And So I Watched The Stars Go Out

I thought myself at once some forlorn Knight Errant, one whose dreams of far-flung places and ancient treasures were lost to the excruciating romance of being just above mediocrity. I believed for so long in a world driven by the fantasy of it all, lost in my own and others’ designs. I flailed at the thought of never living, and found myself destroyed more-so by the idea of an un-living and inevitable death.

Where then was the adventure that my child mind had promised me? Where then were the lands of green and gold, lands untouched and unbound by those now-thoughts of index funds, and taxes, and real, unreal relationships. I am burdened by these thoughts of unbidden uncertainty that cloud my mind and keep me from my place among the stars. 

Do you feel now that we as a generation are less strong, less capable? Am I lost because I am weak? Uncertain and unclear because I am less resilient? Is not the world harder to be a part of than it ever was in times before?

I find myself drifting in and out of sleep. I wish for a world where things are not easy, but more possible. I wish not to face the accumulation of decades of falsehoods and failures that came before and instead be evaluated by the strength of my character, and boldness of my intellect. I dreamt once of a world that was governed by laws and dreams alike, a world my parents told me was and could be.

That world seems to have gone, forever changed into the nightmare of now. I wish not for the same, but better and evermore, forevermore. I wished upon a star that came, asking after a life they said would come.

And so I watched the stars go out, one little twinkle, and then another…

As Love Often Does

Hey folks, poem today! This also marks the official launch of my substack too (substack.com/samdotson) if you’re interested. I’ll probably be posting poems both here and there, but there may be some extra content thrown that way. Let me know what you think however you’d like! Without further ado…

As Love Often Does

The love in your eyes looked as love often does: 

Golden, and witty, and warm, and pretty.

I have seen a great many things I found to be less beautiful, 

and many fewer that I desired more.

Ice and fire met there like sapphires raining on the sands of old Venus,

a painting in baroque style

so torrid it would threaten to burn.

Ancient pits and wells were far gone from my eyes then,

as were the machinations of myself and other men. 

I hoped one day to live up to that adventurous promise

in the eyes of that hope-filled novice.

Fresh alabaster met the marble of old,

belying youth in the age of soul untold

and love again had moved to take hold.

Atop a lonely mountain,

beside a lonely fountain,

a chance to see my home again.

The love in your eyes looked as love often does.

Witch Trial

Morning, folks. S’pose I can’t sleep; I’d say it’s the perfect time for a haunting melody to drive you mad. I can also say that I’ve not had an especially easy go of it these last couple of months, and I really appreciate everybody who lets me know how excited they are about my new poems. While things certainly will get better, for now I’m finding it somewhat difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope you all have a blessed holiday season and may we all find peace in our time. Without further ado…

Witch Trial

Always turned away

with never a question answered,

until again I saw you

with no questions left to answer.

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Tepid rebuttals

become angry retorts,

and painful things of so many sorts.

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I looked again upon a forgotten vessel,

sweet image of hair so tussled;

I’d forgotten I had the muscle.

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Trials that do

simply pass

in untoward recess.

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Isolate, away, on the outside of a faraday cage:

Trapped by freedom’s vaunted embrace,

I simply could not look you in the face.

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Never the same,

and forever lame.

I thought to play an uncertain game.

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Buried now

in the iron maiden,

a lover’s quarrel,

beneath the soil.

Erinnerung

Howdy, folks. Got a new one today about quiet reminders. Not much to say here, but I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Erinnerung

There flows a river,

meandering gently

through one soft and solemn place

where memories and remembrances do meet

in quiet, somber embrace.

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And in its path

do they twirl and dance,

astonishingly simple

in their great complexity.

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Simple loves and simple loss

that floats and swirls about the waterline

with little foam

and clear view of gentle stones

that lay about

as old and gentle bones.

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The leaves of Autumn do fall,

absent chaos of a sea-like squall

as quiet breezes drift along,

carrying notes of one simple, quiet song.