Sonnet — Daily Poetry to The Master of Works
August 25, 2022
Halt, who comes in moments smile bearing,A gaudy scent daubed for some low allure,Masking betrayals
Sonnet — An Invocation to The Master
November 2, 2021
How famished is the clay-flesh with life infused,Devouring will-fire galore like the utter night?How
Sonnet
December 11, 2020
What happy pace has clutched my breastAs if drunk of a new moon’s pearly wine?How it beats to rhythm
A Poem
October 1, 2019
Once by a humdrum moment of a working day,I mused that to my Master I must pray.Seated and composed,
