Imperfect Gift
Sonnet — Daily Poetry to The Master of Works #4
Published on June 22, 2022
Imperfect Gift
Sonnet — Daily Poetry to The Master of Works #4
What vital breath this that animated moves
Yet cold and warmthless like winter breeze,
Where gone the flame of emotion and passion
Leaving this dwelling stark and barren?
Where gone the fire-sparks of thought
That once to mind scintillations brought?
But now the mind is like a stirless sail
That every living wind did staunchly fail.
Where gone the muse high browed
Who to the empyrean my gaze lifted?
Alas, now I waddle time’s murky brook,
My tread a crawl, human my outlook.
I pray Thee accept this imperfect gift,
After all that is taken, this is all I have left.