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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.

What Once Was

Hey folks, waiting on my computer to restart, and I figured I’d post a poem I just wrote last night. I hope you enjoy; without further ado…

What Once Was

In truth,

I have taken on that spirit of a most incoherent melancholy.

It feels bucolic, this, an almost romance of a deepening despair.

From what depths then do I dredge these awful, unbegotten things?

~

Blown far off course, 

I find myself wanted and wanting.

Simultaneously unwanted and unchained,

in ungracious and unkempt embrace.

With wind in my sails and yet stagnant,

watching and listening as the phantom breeze delivers old whispers.

~

Blasted Bastarnae,

as I have learned and been enraptured

in your ancient embraces,

I find myself still in somber memories

haunted by wailing spirits and adoring lies.

Would it be that I should be in such a state?

I am fraught with consternation,

with woe that was earned in fire and in blood.

~

What man is this?

What beast?

At once the God of Qart’Hadasht became the Demon of Antioch.

~

And I am afraid.

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.

~

Tepid rebuttals

become angry retorts,

and painful things of so many sorts.

~

I looked again upon a forgotten vessel,

sweet image of hair so tussled;

I’d forgotten I had the muscle.

~

Trials that do

simply pass

in untoward recess.

~

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

Trapped by freedom’s vaunted embrace,

I simply could not look you in the face.

~

Never the same,

and forever lame.

I thought to play an uncertain game.

~

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.

~

And in its path

do they twirl and dance,

astonishingly simple

in their great complexity.

~

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.

~

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.

Future Proof

Blessed be the double post, folks. I’ve got a second one hot off the press that almost feels like it gave me whiplash. I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Future Proof

Here and now,

I am cast away.

Torn asunder

in times of great blunder.

~

Astride a stormy sea I sail,

against a howling, hungry gale

as whispers follow close behind,

and my face will tend to a sickly pale.

~

Visions of a vaunted hall,

an idea that I could have it all,

and then it was,

there began the fall.

~

In that dark and stormy night,

reflected in the quiet maelstrom,

are black and blue and all things bruised,

and all the things I sought to lose.

~

Blessed then by darker gods,

and troubled by those crying thoughts,

I am reminded of the loss.