Am Bereft
Published on February 16, 2023
Am Bereft
Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #43
I hoped to craft Thee a brilliant ode
Full of beauty and delicate subtlety,
Mined from deepest recesses of mind
And crafted in an adoring heart devoutly.
I hoped it would stand in the careless hours
Like a column of fire reaching to Thy feet,
Words all alive that would meekly caress
All imprints of Thy tread by the heavenly seat.
But a soundless word and silent song
Is all I bring Thee at the moonlit hour,
Receive then this my shadow offering
Cobbled by a feeble will together.
Alas, am bereft of riches and destituted by the muses,
In lieu I offer my heart for Thy habitat through the ages.