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Sonnet # 59

Luis A. Estable 1958 (Oriente, Cuba)

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Her mental illness has her highly sad.
Her face of youth has eyes from crying tired.
She's never been with life a person glad.
As woman she has never been admired.
Oh, poor, young soul who wants to have some peace!
But no, my world, her days are worse than fire.
It is quite cruel this much to bear disease
That she does yell, " Cruel pain, yes, please, expire!"
I do believe that suffering can teach.
But what on goes to grave, the purpose, what?
It only pain creates; the heart does impeach.
And this it to my mind a bloody shot.
For those who suffer big, here is my cry!
Comfort so poor my heart can't pacify.
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Submitted by luisestable1 on June 29, 2023

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Quick analysis:

Scheme ABABCDEFGHGIJJ
Closest metre Iambic pentameter
Characters 612
Words 131
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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