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2006 Form Challenges
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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.
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Alfred Dorn Sonnet Posts
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Lorraine DafneyOnce 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. -----
Snowglobe |
Helen HowellMixed 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. |
Spudmick MurphyTell 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. ----- 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. back to list |
Dulcinea MaginityOne 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! |
Lori MartinNovember 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. |
Nia WynneA 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. back to list |
Ryter RoethicleYour 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
Jealousy (Variation)
Mated Souls
My loss
Stolen moments
To taste your essence
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Leny RooversIn 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. -----
Relief
Water guns |
Sasha Walker'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. |
Trewir WintlekWe’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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