Sonnet #3

It`s summertime; my heart indeed is sad.
And though the birds are singing their sweet songs
My heart aches much with pain terribly bad,
And my young mind feels a heat gone so wrong.
I think it`s winter; thought about it I mean
That have me nervous for my single soul.
I`ll not have loving kisses, kisses clean,
Or the warm body of a female`s role.
So you can see to every a good man
Not always fair whatever is meant by life.
And to buy pearl, or gold, what poor man can?
These facts, my friend, are sharper than a knife.
Here I shed tears for things that are not mellow,
And then my thoughts to gentle my sorrow.

From: 
Luis A. Estable




ABOUT THE POET ~
I have been a poet for more than twenty years and before that I was learning how to make start better to agree, so I spent about ten years perfecting the way I wrote poetry and learning or trying to as much as possible about the craft of verse-making., I have been published in magazines and books of poetry and won or been given a few honors none of which is of tall significance ., Of the poems I write there are sonnets, songs, haiku, children`s verse, free style poetry, light verse and more. I have been self-published before but to no avail. As you may know this rarely work, but it was my mistake and my desire to be published in book form., I write for I like to see how putting words together can lead to a meaningful and beautiful composition and in the process creates wonders if it is done well., Well, this is enough for now!, Thanks, Luis A. Estable


Last updated January 02, 2016