2006 Form Challenges
#11 Alfred Dorn Sonnet

The Alfred Dorn sonnet originated in a Formalist publication contest. Each year the Formalist runs a sonnet contest where the applicants make up their own form of sonnet. The sonnet form is named after the winning applicant, and in this case Alfred Dorn was the winner and the sonnet he devised named after him.

The Alfred Dorn sonnet is different than most sonnets, in that it has an Italian sestet and a Sicilian sestet linked by a couplet. Both sestets share common rhyme set by the first line. The rhyme scheme is as follows;
a. b. c. a. b. c. ... d. d. ... a. e. a. e. a. e.

Obsession

As candles gently glow in amber light,
the picture centered high upon the wall,
appears to take a life form of its own.
Yet thoughts of her are stronger on this night.
He views her fleeting image in the hall,
as he sits drunk, contented, and alone.

He rises, sets the glass upon the sink.
She appears only when he takes a drink.

Still drawn to her fair, luminescent sight,
he stumbles through the hall, to hesitate;
then tremble, as his body chokes with fright,
to see her form begin to levitate,
sprout angel's wings, then suddenly take flight,
while he remains to curse the hand of fate.

Tamara Beryl Latham
In the example chosen the sestets and the couplet are shown separate. In realatity they are joined to make the 14 line form of the sonnet.

Alfred Dorn Sonnet Posts



Lorraine Dafney

Embrace Me Once More
Snowglobe

Helen Howell

Perfume of a Heart

Spudmick Murphy

Charmed
Mated Souls

Ducinea Maginity

One Way Street

Lori Martin

Inspiration

Nia Wynne

An Alchemy

Ryter Roethicle

Duende
If I were there
In the forest
Jealousy (variation)
Mated Souls
My Loss (variation)
Stolen Moments
To Taste Your Essence
Touch of Peace
Watching the Hawk

Wines Watch
Leny Roovers

Moon-silk and Willow
Gold-drifts
Relief
Water guns

Sasha Walker

Moon-silk and Willow

Trewir Wintlek

Fantasies
Panic Attack Saga


Lorraine Dafney

Embrace Me Once More

Once more I feel your hands upon my own
This cherished moment fills empty spaces
Between my emotions naked branches
I see you clearly, yet I am alone
In dark of night I miss your embraces
Severed from your touch and loving glances
Our hands were never to be apart
I've traced and sculptured yours into my heart
Lonely without you I am cold as stone
I know my love you shall never return
What pleasures from your caresses I've known
How can tomorrow satisfy my yearn
As I search for you everywhere I roam
I see embers of our love that still burn.

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Snowglobe

I see the snow falling within the glass
A picture perfect scene glued together
Where children stand alike statues frozen
Watching snowflakes remain upon faux grass
Same forecast each day no change in weather
In the background each character chosen
When turned upside down it does not matter
No one looks any slimmer or fatter
See Santa waving his bell made of brass
As children skate around a Christmas tree
Vendors on sidewalks sell their homemade crafts
I marvel at the details so tiny
Inside a setting where time does not pass
Winter’s beauty encased in fantasy.

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Helen Howell

Perfume of a heart

Mixed internally with fragments of belief,
tempting and alluring in crystal purity,
the perfume of a heart remains a mystery.
Bottled and preserved in the fragility of grief
and hidden in the mess of life's complexity
alone it stands awaiting manifested energy.
The scent of womanhood powerful in air
boards each day the train to stations of nowhere.
Once a dreamer; how it travelled in search of relief
across the plains, reality, into twilight time.
Now the residue grown thick with disbelief
germinates and sprouts in shadows of the night
a stranger to the truth and the missing cloverleaf
on stems of life and living in this present time.

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Spudmick Murphy

Charmed

Tell me of this glow, this transparent light
emanating 'round your frame, as halo;
shielding your corporal features from me.
Am I feverish to conjure this sight?
Or are you a mystic from long ago,
who's come to renew sacred mystery?
Your gentle voice answers in love's language;
you are man, without godly advantage.
Still I am fearful of your wondrous might
wielded through wise, choiced words and stately pose;
scared too, by how you easily excite;
rousing my desires into torrid flows.
Ensorcelled, I accept your warm invite;
entrusting you'll lead us, where love's fruit grows.

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Mated Souls

Thou bringest lovely muse to fill our bed;
petals of heart placed tender 'neath our lie,
breadth with promise to cocoon our bodies.
'Tis a godly gift born by timeless thread;
quieting the night into softest sigh
whilst we incarnate primal melodies.
Behold we art graced with rarest union;
one soul betwixt us in love's dominion.
'Tis none who canst deny what hath been bred;
divined in master blueprints, moons ago.
Nor have we worry's demon or pain's dread
to fear we wilt part whence death's shadows show.
For we shalt remain eternally wed;
lovers sewn as one, where'er we shalt go.

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Dulcinea Maginity

One Way Street

One way streets twist my tortured soul
turning in circles, lost; confused.
Was that the street I needed? NO
it went the opposite way! Foul!
No fair! I am SO not amused!
A sadist designed this cruel road!
PANIC! as I go round and round,
Signs pointing but no exit found.
Should I pull over and scowl?
Just keep going until the dawn?
Oh, what to do, throw in the towel?
My mind spent, stifling a yawn
I keep going, but want to howl
Someone get me out of this town!

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Lori Martin

Inspiration

November paints with somber hue
to mute October’s splashed abstract.
Whistling Winter waits in the wings
with his palette of white and blue,
slight blush of rose used to distract,
pay tribute to his mistress Spring.
Sparrows chirp softly in the eaves,
field mice burrow ‘neath crisp leaves.
Frost merrily sculpts midnight dew,
Moon laces trees with silverspun;
Dawn’s entranced by magical view
as intricate beauty greets the Sun.
A wash of gold begins anew
while Nature strives to inspire one.

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Nia Wynne

An Alchemy

A chemical nova happens in space
That creates divinely adagio
Grace in wavelengths meetings as solor flares,
Dancing between the atoms we now face,
Whirling awhile in inner spaces for cello
And violin that spin alchemists pairs.
Two electrons find their own universe
Just as two birds drop feathers into theirs.
Some blend from singularities of place
To mulitplicities in orchestral
Wastelands, without green trees or flowered trace,
Of the colors that hue a moments stale
Incense, as memory fades like white lace,
Turning and changing from thoughts rain to hale.

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Ryter Roethicle

Duende

Your love and beauty move me to tears.
We are so full of life which is so temporary.
It is not unhappiness that makes me weep
We understand the stupidity of my fears
Though our times are tempered by mortality
There are promises we are bound to keep.
I weep, but listen, it is not through sorrow,
Otherwise I ask, why would I seek the morrow?
A soul has energy which it builds through years
It is this power that causes tears to flow
And as we climb up through Nirvanas tiers
We can see love as well as our spirits grow
And with each rebirth I find you my dear
We'll find even with eternity time will not slow.

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If I were there

If I were there what would the music be?
The way I feel when I speak with you
Means it must be light to match my heart.
If you were here what would my heart see?
There would be a heavenly orchestral view
Where beating hearts would play a part.
If I were there music would be a certainty
And every day would be revelry.
If I were there what would the adagio be?
By Barber or Mozart, meant for inspiration
Softly romantic and dreamy by Tchaikovsky
And in our minds would see the Turin Swan
Souls touching each day, closer they would be
Until finally they would become one.

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In the forest

In the forest that your life has become
The world is gone and all is in shadow
There is a silence that overwhelms so much.
When lovers meet hearts beat like a drum
But later when there is no happy hello
Worst still the avoidance of a single touch.
Goodbye is never an easy word to say
Harder still if held back to an easier day
A greater pain if you still love that someone
Then you find there is nowhere to hide.
Tis best let go allowing pain to overcome
And let your senses have their wild ride
Then reel all in and sense in all become
So that in time all pain can be laid aside.


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Jealousy (Variation)

I'm jealous of midnight's moon glow
Its soft rays kiss you while you sleep
In absentia I wish each one from me
I wish I were there beside you now
As the hours so slowly forward creep
And those languid eyes I long to see.
Those balmy days when we were close
Make me resent midnight's moon glow
I'm jealous of the night skies closeness
For my fingers ache to touch your face.
It's day here and I must be dreamless
But in my distant bed, memories race
And I remember our nightly nearness.
I'm jealous as the moon takes my place.


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Mated Souls

Once two lovers met and shared
Just for a while they knew bliss
And all was perfect for just them.
There is no doubt that each cared
Or shared the magic with each kiss
And ignorance would only condemn.
The fact is they shared their soul
Without each other they could not be whole.
What was wrong can be repaired
No need to start over once again.
I believe that fate has us all pared
And yours and my soul is the same
Experienced now we are prepared
Do not let what we have die in vain.

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My loss

The morning sun has risen again
I hear the birds singing their morn-song
And see the bushes waving in the breeze.
I still feel the soft warm drops of rain
Yet somehow, it all feels wrong
Because Nature has ignored my pleas.
And so reluctantly I begin another day
For time and tide has caused me to stay.
The evening mist starts to sooth the night
As the moon begins to shine above the trees.
Twilight settles setting the stars alight,
But why must fate constantly tease?
She steals away what I consider my right
Ending up bringing me to my knees!

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Stolen moments

Stolen moments spent in loving you
When lovers lie and for a while can share
What can be considered forbidden fruits.
Once touched you see a different view
From someone who you know will care
But your love can only count in minutes.
But those sacred moments spent together
Though sparse you know, will last forever
Time spent waiting for those moments again,
Will seem like years though only days pass.
And sometimes will feel too much a strain,
But for the moment there is nothing else alas.
Then look into your lovers eyes and be certain,
And see by her look that your love will last.

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To taste your essence

To taste your essence on my lips
I sense your spirit in the wind
Requires me to make no excuses.
I feel you now at my fingertips
And see you smiling in my mind
Oh such passioned flowing juices!
Your trembles to my touch say please
A passionate clutch forbids me tease.
I am the bee and honey drips
So sweet a special nest doth grow
The heavenly dust of passion grips
The white hot heat of Heavens snow
A love drug giving me such trips
And after leaves us both aglow.

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A Touch of Peace

See the suns rays flickering through
The branches of silent lush green forest.
With sprinkling pillars of golden air
The insects like smoke invade the view
Then disappear like any Will O Wisp
And leave the pool to the morning glare.
Lily-pad laden borders fingers spread
Blooms tint the pool from white to red.
The mist shrouded fern and grass with dew
Are silent as the night life goes to sleep.
The next shift needs takes on a life anew
And so for a while there is a silence deep.
Blessed peace reigns here in this bayou
As beast and plant this balance keep.


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Watching the hawk

Watching the hawk circle in the morning draught
Seeking out the currents to carry her on high.
Other avians remain silent as she ascends
Jealous of her wingspan and natural craft.
The earthbound humans simply wish to fly
And to be the envy of all their friends.
The Gods chose wisely with this gift
Between Angels and birds there is no rift.
Later the hawk circles in the afternoon draught
She is well fed and seeking only pleasure
And lofts heavenwards on a thermal shaft
That the sun has created without measure
In happiness hear again the avian laughed
Only she appreciates what is true treasure.

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Wine’s Watch

Cradled in your dreaming care
I watch you from within my spirit being
Desirous of your waking presence.
Seeing you there makes me aware
Of the intemperance that we are freeing
And my need to ever taste your essence.
You are like a matured wine that I will sup
Wishing that you forever will fill my cup.
Intemperance through love no fault of mine
But my sober soul to yours I now attach.
Drunk through love there’s no headier wine
For with both, they will our senses snatch
Now whilst I sleep I know all will be fine,
Whilst love's flame keeps its warmed watch.

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Leny Roovers

Gold-drifts

In drifts of gold, wind’s breath undresses trees,
with playful gusts the fiery veils are torn;
like snowflakes floating gently to the floor.
The carpet thickens, rustles, softly pleads,
as heaps of red and auburn down adorn
the burrowed feet with flocks of leaves galore.
In silhouetted starkness standing proud-
raised arms wave mute goodbyes to swirling clouds.
A heady fragrance, carried on the breeze,
is tickling nose and skin to come alive;
as sudden bursts of gold dust tease a sneeze-
my head is cleared from joy impairing drive.
The seasons dance a graceful, slow reprise,
while naked trees in wintry sleep survive.


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Relief

When gods are crying- icy tears congeal-
form hailstones, chastening my bend-down head
while frost of sorrow dresses me in white.
I’m paralysed within this numbing seal;
my chest heaves painfully, each breath is bled
as winds of grief chase howling through the night.
Withdrawing all my senses, I endure-
by riding out this storm, I will mature.
The sky, first overcast, breaks into blue,
as birds emerge from hiding, angels smile;
the sadness of the gods received full due,
their shedded tears turned soft, what was hostile.
Relieved, the earth smells sweet and looks renewed-
abandoning old hurts, has been worthwhile.


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Water guns

A thousand little feet thump on the tiles,
an army marches on - it's armed with rain!
the tiny soldiers carry water guns
and every time they aim I sense their smiles;
as bullets splash against the windowpanes,
I hear a tinkling laugh - it must be fun!
The empty guns are filled at raining taps,
on every soaking hit, sound bursts of claps.
All night the game goes on and runners file
while sleeplessly I sigh without relief;
the weather gods conceded to their wiles
and streets resemble rivers - no reprieve.
As leaves drip tears of laughter, water piles;
Dawn yawns, wakes up and blinks in disbelief.


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Sasha Walker

Moon-silk and Willow

'Neath shaded wisdom of old willow tree,
earth mother's tears taste of happiness found.
His sentient presence with love bestowed,
in mist, her warrior, on bended knee.
This union a gift, upon hallowed ground;
sacred, the tree, from seeds they have sewed.
Willow, blessed be their magical tryst
Lift your misty veil that she may be kissed
Moon-silk enchanting, their spirits dance free,
from misty-dew lips, this valley now sings.
His journey was long, from battles at sea
but angel-love flows through magical wings.
Time engraved their names on the willow tree,
this ancient love soars above many things.

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Trewir Wintlek

Fantasies

We’ve written fantasies of our every touch,
Novels well worthy of others relaxing read.
Were Knight and Princess roams, the beauty of night 'n day.
Carried away in times of fevered clutch,
The Princess empowers his existing needs.
Joys of Knight and Princess are vividly put on display.
His warmth melts down her resisting mind,
Where dreams forefeel and love’s richly defined.
Together they met heavens pleasured touch,
some a bit to much for some.
Laughter takes the setting, to ease their friction clutch .
Their love for oneanother resides in words to hum.
Writings etched within their treasured touch.
You can follow their dreams...of pleasurable times to come...

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Panic Attack Saga

Love is always waiting for attention
No matter what bumpy roads have brought
His love, his compassion still resides
Love sometimes falls into destruction
She pulls back; why? Reasons fought
Memories harsh, unkind words subside.
Illness, he never understood, confusion remains
Nervous brake-down, from heinous caused pain
Love once had meaning with understood reasons
She knows there's no time left; no energy thrives
She enjoys, recuperates; from failures stepped on
She wished he'd known of nerve-ending vibes
Hopeful dreams, scenic themes she views on
Out the window gone are all wasted bribes

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