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Sonnet # 30

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)

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This bed with me and nothing more but me!
This little room so full of my male smell.
I've for a woman's luck deep misery
And no true friends to whom my sadness tell.
My cat so close to the look of a bone.
My clothes the same day after day, I cry!
And when I talk, it's cruel my words' sick tone.
I eat what others throw away, no lie!
Oh, poverty! You really kill with pain.
Yes, freedom's sweet but then no means to live
Is like a world with sun and zero rain.
I'm full of hurt; to earth my tears I give.
He lied who said, "I've never liked had wealth!"
The sadness is that wealth is seen as health
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Submitted by luisestable1 on September 18, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABABCDCDEFEGHH
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 598
Words 135
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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