Sonnet #51

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)



Yes, eyes that see to make my heart a drum!
But then, no sight my mind as pleasure none.
Yes, beauty's charm, but what if I become
Of lovely things a slave from them can't run?
The woman's face that I behold to tear.
Her body, too, that makes my mind a fire.
All about her so much for me; it's clear.
Oh, heaven, no! Up there her beauty is higher.
What should  I do before on earth not me?
In heaven I, my problem's worse, indeed!
So, then, eternal death I think to be.
The only thing that can my problem feed.
Woman, you're charm and beauty limits free.
 My eyes of you are slaves; this I do see.
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Submitted by luisestable1 on July 25, 2023

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Scheme ABABCDEDFGFGFF
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 597
Words 132
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 14

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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  • dougb.19255
    For fear of a woman’s allure departed, you would opt out of Heaven? Lousy choice Buster.
    LikeReply10 months ago
    • luisestable1
      What is heaven anyway? For some it is not the ultimate joy or happiness.
      I thank you for reading and commenting.
      LikeReply10 months ago

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