Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works
November 25, 2023
Here, besides me be, in this my daily sanctuary,When moments link arms for a musing shelter,Secluded
November 21, 2023
A drowsy slow sun clambers the horizonAnd from disarrayed sky casts eye sullenly,From start of wakin
March 18, 2023
Does it singe Thee, the passions fieryThat slip restraint in severe summer sun?The flame-hounds that
March 17, 2023
Make me no more chronicler of Thy cycles,Standing on a turret within and watchingThe drama of siege
March 16, 2023
I rummaged the passing hours to findSome clue for the daily due I owed,The debt borne by us the clay
Where dost Thou enlist Thy prophets,Like jugglers in a sparse country fareSwirling hued hollow words
March 12, 2023
Ah Beloved, without mirth and passionately crude,Arriving with hundred unkempt strains of ardour,Lik
February 21, 2023
Who is it that has upended my normsCasting all my scales hither and tither,Each daily cycle is a baf
Sonnet — Daily Poetry to The Master of Works
September 14, 2022
What scale measures the quantum of mercyThat in hourly alms is granted unto me?Whose the hand that c
July 17, 2022
Oh the charters have all fallen,The compacts honoured by birth and life,Right of being and becoming
July 10, 2022
Who brings Thee daily odes whilst thronging the human roads,Gathering every stray wildflower idea to
July 9, 2022
Oh, why art Thou unfamiliarly profound and intimately strangeLike some daily sun propped on the wall
July 3, 2022
What good is mead without heightened spiritIf amidst the pedestrian ways we must tread,Plodding thro
June 20, 2022
I bore Thee the first-born thought of the dayFrom the mind that endured passage of night,So must the
Sonnet — An Invocation to the Master
April 29, 2022
Of my ills I cried to Thee and the daily travails,For balms that heal I fervently did plead,The year
Poem — An Invocation to The Mother
April 22, 2021
“Who art thou casting whispers to wind,Seeding strange gestures in each hour,Who seekest in upward g
Poem
November 8, 2020
In me now echoes voices of times forgotten,From muted stone and the lone indolent tree,Their struggl
A Sonnet
July 3, 2020
Not by this evident daily Sun,Does my outward routine turn.Nor by moon the tides of Night,Crashing m
A Poem
September 12, 2017
Out of mud and mundane days I issuedRubble and ruin have been my daily careAll thought and gesture i
