Writing Projects: A Poetic Sanctum
Here lie five offerings from the symbolic lexicon — poems that speak in metaphor, dream, and ritual. Each piece is woven with intention, inviting you to read not just with your eyes, but with your inner ear.
Poem: Implications
There are lines in the sand that vanish before they’re named.
There is weight in the air that does not fall.
This poem exhumes what silence has buried — stretching across forgotten distances, tracing the pull of memory, and the quiet vow to retrieve what the world has left behind.
Let it speak in gravity, in echo, in the flicker of a lamp post over the truly forgotten
Implications
Of reaching so far away
from what we are
Has teachings to give us,
Stretching the chord
Through the lines
In the sand
Though erased, unmeasured.
Gravity weighs in the midst.
Hangs, like a lamp post
Shining over the graves of
The lost, truly forgotten
I will dig them up,
One by one.
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Before the plague
This piece was written on the cusp of global stillness — days before the world turned inward.
It conjures a figure not bound by season, but by cycle: a harbinger cloaked in frost, carrying the weight of endings.
He is not winter, but what winter warns of — the breath before silence, the chill before reckoning.
Read this as a threshold moment, where myth meets memory and the air begins to change.
That Old Man
Comes round again
Snow-covered moss on
His long icy fingers
Big blocky barely there,
Yellow teeth
Sneer and shudder
He wakes–
In an icy wind
Livens the senses.
Hope Is a Four Letter Word
This piece interrogates the final comfort we’re taught to cling to — the one left behind when all else escapes.
It questions the residue of belief, the illusion of promise, and the strange emptiness that masquerades as light.
Read it as a quiet confrontation: between what we’re told to trust, and what remains when trust dissolves.
Hope is a Four Letter Word
Dressed up as faith, but covered in empty.
At the bottom of Pandora’s Jar, it sits
A flake sent off into the distance
Every time the word is used
Evil in the sense, that it is useless
Dried-up– soap meant to cleanse
But instead, it wafts over, leaving a barrier
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“But what happens when it’s all gone?”
The young girl asks
“Nothingness remains,” the wise one said
“And faith is our only option.”
