Sonnet — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works
December 11, 2023
Pale is the dawn, pale the trudging hours,Sapless like a mindless ritual’s empty gestures,All motion
Poem — Poetry for The Mother
November 17, 2023
A toddler’s babbles must serve for hymnsAnd fumbling gestures stand for high sacrifice,A prone mind’
Poem — An Invocation to The Master
December 25, 2021
How blind was I to rail at Thee for long,Haranguing Thee for all my sore lack,When all these contrar
