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Sonnet 62

Luis A. Estable

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My excuses to the rose I don't behold.
"My pardon me," the sun I hate when shines.
But I'm in gladness active not and cold.
My zero love in life my soul quite whines.
Forgive me words to moon I much dislike.
Please, understand, you bird, your singing is noise.
Today my lonely life does my heart strike,
And this my senses all, no doubt, destroys.
Oh, nature things, my seeing you a weed
Take it not bad; I am a human tear.
I want to cut myself till death I bleed.
My life is pain in ways immense and clear.
My sorry words and cry to all these things
That even heaven sorrow to me brings.
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Submitted by luisestable1 on February 11, 2024

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Scheme ABABCDCDEFEFGG
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 588
Words 129
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 14
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Luis A. Estable

 · 1958 · Oriente, Cuba

Luis A. Estable, poet for more than twenty years. Single, no children; originally from Cuba. Writes poems in several styles: sonnets, songs, haikus, children's verses, free style verse and more. Has published three books of poetry: " Eighty-Three Sonnets, Book One," Religious, Thirty Sonnets," "My Mind Simply Saying. All of them available on Amazon books. Has degrees from SFCC and EWU. Lives in Spokane, WA. Thinks that poetry is the most compact and beautiful expression known to man, and that a poem never reaches perfection; the work goes one and this is a good advice to keep, especially for young poets. more…

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