We are blessed – Holiday Poem

After ten days of connecting with friends, relations, and chosen family…

We are blessed

 by Sam Dodge

elbows, hips, shoulders, smiles
eyes meet eyes meet eyes
stocking feet and kitchen clatterWINTER
pour the wine and share a story
little ones explore the floor
in leggy forests

slow tides of fond embraces
adrift on warming estuaries
room to room
we glide as lazy waves

tonight there are no storms
no bitter winds to scour the faces
hands linger, clasped in hands
in gentle joy
without possession
cheeks brushing cheeks
soft, unexpectant energy

the hearth is down to embers
our heart fires glow and leap
our intimate proximity
is nourishment and heat

we pass the plates
we take from each
appreciation feeds each one in grace
in this dream of now
we are the pool
in which we swim

O loves, I know
when we all dance this way
we are one soul

Sam Dodge

Solstice Fire – A Poem

Solstice Fire    by Sam Dodge

at the rim of timeSOLSTICE
everything seems the same
dark days, dark nights
in fields of ice

flickerings of light
over futile sprays of stars

skeletons of candle flame
strangled up in shadows
dance a spastic dirge
bent dim by impish drafts

frost, in floral cataracts
looms o’er a snow-blind eye

recalcitrant grey dawn
low sun hides in dismal clouds
insomniac hands, wrapped in wool
wave numb semaphore signs

he paces; futile, cold
whilst all the earth lays dreaming

stark soul of winter
wrests hope from breasts
in claustrophobic visions
in brittle, scorning mirth

now stoke the solstice blaze
now let the laughter burn

now dance like unleashed flames
let Boreas consume your dreams
let ice nymphs eat the candles
they’ll not damp down the fire

now damn the darkest dawn
as, slow, the days grow long

Dark love,


Sam Dodge:

I’m 52 years old, from Minneapolis by way of northern Minnesota and 4 years on the west coast while in the Navy. Grew up “hippie”. Married for 27 years, think monogamy is a questionable commitment when there are so many people to love… Have 4 kids, youngest almost 17. High school dropout, always been interested in poetry, prose, and song. Have composed more than a thousand poems and 50 songs, many short stories,  finished one novel, shopping it to agents since publishers seem uninterested, will finish a second novel this winter, have half of another one ready for my attention then… I’m a builder/painter/handyman now living in western Wisconsin on about 100 acres of beautiful hills, valleys, trees and stuff…