Sonnet # 8

I know I love my race, and why no so?
But for outside beauty I wish the rose.
If people vex me, " Your heart needs to grow!"
I say, "God gave the rose secure-fixed pose."
But of my race, there`s something I`d ne`er change
For flowers fair, or pearls, or pure gold:
Of his surviving nature his huge range;
How much his blood keeps us we all in hold.
So here I am deep in my human mirth,
And though I`ve eyes and taste for pretty things,
My heart and mind revere and praise my birth,
And then my soul does look divine and sings.
Yes, beauty, we love thee; fault of the eye.
I`m proud I am the night; my chin`up high.

Luis A. Estable

I live in Spokane, WA. At present I am trying t get a degree from SFCC., I have been a poet for more than twenty years, and I have been published in Magazines and books of poems. Currently I have a book of poems out; the poems are sonnets, and the title of his book is, "One Hundred Sonnets, Book Three" and you can get it by going to Barnes and Noble or to and typing in my name or the name of the book, and you will see., Keep on writing poetry and remember that not everyone wants to be a poet or can be one. Take care of you gift., Thanks!, Luis Estable

Last updated October 11, 2014