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Sonnet # 12

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)

Sonnet
By sadness struck, I at the rose do look
And see it human with tears down her face.
I think how much my heart you really took,
And how much your lines quite the rose debase
For you have a beauty that came from above.
You're mortal only for one day you'll die.
At times you look so peaceful, poor the dove!
I fell for you, and now I wish to cry.
You are that one who comes bad trick so high.
Water seemed fresh when drank has different taste.
It's hard to see how much your eyes do lie.
I can't believe your skin that looks so chaste.
  I lived for beauty, made it my high pride.
  I cried my heart and mind; oh cruel outside!
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Written on March 06, 2023

Submitted by luisestable1 on March 06, 2023

Modified on March 24, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABABCDCDDEDEFF
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 625
Words 138
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 14
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Luis A. Estable

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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