2006 Form Challenges
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
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.
Alfred Dorn Sonnet Posts
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.
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.
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.
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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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!
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.
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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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.
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.
In the forest
To taste your essence
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.
'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.
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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