Poetry competition CLOSED 7th November 2012 8:57am
WINNER
Magdalena
Magdalena
Alfred Dorn Sonnet
Poetry Contest Description
Write a Alfred Dorn Sonnet - Any Topic.
Hey hey...
What is a 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.
For Example...
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.
Written by :- 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.
Reference: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/2006Challenge/oneten.html
Go Go Go...
- 2 each
- any topic & catagory
- provide titles
- have fun!
What is a 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.
For Example...
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.
Written by :- 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.
Reference: http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/2006Challenge/oneten.html
Go Go Go...
- 2 each
- any topic & catagory
- provide titles
- have fun!
This was my take on it...
[That Night]
Flames burn, in bright fiery and light
long auburn hair, spread across the wall
breathless, stretched, taken by her fate
suck, slurp and choke, breathe fresh air this night
wrapped in his arms like a lover's shawl
for sweet nothings, the time is far too late.
She gasps, arm stretched and fumbling.
He settles his legs, they’re trembling.
Drawn to her pale buttocks, so elegantly tight
she stares his body, melts in his masculine tone
he implodes, with all his graceful might
hips in motion, she awards a lustful moan
they fall to the floor, to just-hold-tight
share their moment, on a transient united throne.
[.]
[That Night]
Flames burn, in bright fiery and light
long auburn hair, spread across the wall
breathless, stretched, taken by her fate
suck, slurp and choke, breathe fresh air this night
wrapped in his arms like a lover's shawl
for sweet nothings, the time is far too late.
She gasps, arm stretched and fumbling.
He settles his legs, they’re trembling.
Drawn to her pale buttocks, so elegantly tight
she stares his body, melts in his masculine tone
he implodes, with all his graceful might
hips in motion, she awards a lustful moan
they fall to the floor, to just-hold-tight
share their moment, on a transient united throne.
[.]
The Lover's Stream
She was a ghost to haunt my dreams
I followed her as she strolled alone
I watch from afar daring not a sound
She stops to gaze into a silver stream
My solemn thoughts I dare not condone
To touch the beauty I am not allowed
I towered over her; I loved her, now she shall die
I couldn't have her, so I killed her, now she can’t cry
She is just memory found in my dreams
Our spirits walk together our souls bound
As I lay her body into the lover’s stream
And myself, I breathe in and start to drown
Entomb the lovers suffocate or make believe
I’ll paint my face with your blood into a sad clown
She was a ghost to haunt my dreams
I followed her as she strolled alone
I watch from afar daring not a sound
She stops to gaze into a silver stream
My solemn thoughts I dare not condone
To touch the beauty I am not allowed
I towered over her; I loved her, now she shall die
I couldn't have her, so I killed her, now she can’t cry
She is just memory found in my dreams
Our spirits walk together our souls bound
As I lay her body into the lover’s stream
And myself, I breathe in and start to drown
Entomb the lovers suffocate or make believe
I’ll paint my face with your blood into a sad clown
Goddess
Grind my bones into a dust
So they may fertilize the wind
And I will impregnate sanctity
The scarred cities all will rust
For the Titans sinned
My goddess came back to me
To sit and bide time
Our essence combined
Take a walk down the isle of lust
A hundred hands to help us fight
I hope my heart doesn't combust
And spray crimson across the night
I will not devoid of this lust
No, distract me from my plight
Grind my bones into a dust
So they may fertilize the wind
And I will impregnate sanctity
The scarred cities all will rust
For the Titans sinned
My goddess came back to me
To sit and bide time
Our essence combined
Take a walk down the isle of lust
A hundred hands to help us fight
I hope my heart doesn't combust
And spray crimson across the night
I will not devoid of this lust
No, distract me from my plight
Graceful Age
The sun is setting on youth,
the mellowing of autumn has set in,
as the fresh dewiness of spring fades;
Its demise is undeniably absolute,
its march inevitable to many’s chagrin,
although they wish to play a charade.
The mirror does not lie,
the truth is before your eyes.
why must it be a tragedy?
It is just the normal progression of age.
Is it truly and unmitigated travesty?
Or have we been conditioned to see, disparage.
I refuse to be one more in this tragicomedy,
instead, I will enjoy the changes at every stage.
Gypsy Red
reprise using meters that I have just learnt about
The Lover's Stream
She was a ghost to haunt my dreams
I stalked her through the bitter woods
To hide and bide among the trees
She seized her stroll and then she stood
Her eyes fixated on silver water
Reflections beam pictures of slaughter
I loved her past the death and dreams
Her soul by mine we can die bound
I lay her down to float upon the lover’s stream
And then myself, I breathe to drown
Entomb the lovers suffocate or bleed
You seem at peace, you make no sound
The Lover's Stream
She was a ghost to haunt my dreams
I stalked her through the bitter woods
To hide and bide among the trees
She seized her stroll and then she stood
Her eyes fixated on silver water
Reflections beam pictures of slaughter
I loved her past the death and dreams
Her soul by mine we can die bound
I lay her down to float upon the lover’s stream
And then myself, I breathe to drown
Entomb the lovers suffocate or bleed
You seem at peace, you make no sound
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One Sense At A Time
Remove my defences one layer at a time
weaker I become as you pull me onto you
stripping my soul and playing it like a violin
hypnotic fingers allure me across the line
my body tastes them first one then two
until each one has reached so deeply in
Take me apart one sense after the other
as I hold my breath my heart you uncover
Lips parched upon hungry eyes of mine
veins that breathe beneath your touch
ravenous tongue releasing the divine
unrivalled bliss now wanting so much
letting go of our lies in this time
as onto each other we lustfully clutch
Remove my defences one layer at a time
weaker I become as you pull me onto you
stripping my soul and playing it like a violin
hypnotic fingers allure me across the line
my body tastes them first one then two
until each one has reached so deeply in
Take me apart one sense after the other
as I hold my breath my heart you uncover
Lips parched upon hungry eyes of mine
veins that breathe beneath your touch
ravenous tongue releasing the divine
unrivalled bliss now wanting so much
letting go of our lies in this time
as onto each other we lustfully clutch
Cool Strokes Of Deliverance
I met you in the misty realms of tomorrow
your breath like cool strokes of deliverance
seeping through my pores becoming part of me
as it meets my bones and liquefies my sorrow
tendrils of never ending shivers like capacitance
crawl through my soul in a blue spark plea
As you reach me you silence me with lips
take my breath and breathe me in slow sips
Heart to heart an ethereal minute a real tomorrow
and there in that moment I become part of you
leaving our departing to someone else's sorrow
as each beat will count and slowly undo
yesterday floats away into memories we borrow
as another realm we walk in time for us anew
I met you in the misty realms of tomorrow
your breath like cool strokes of deliverance
seeping through my pores becoming part of me
as it meets my bones and liquefies my sorrow
tendrils of never ending shivers like capacitance
crawl through my soul in a blue spark plea
As you reach me you silence me with lips
take my breath and breathe me in slow sips
Heart to heart an ethereal minute a real tomorrow
and there in that moment I become part of you
leaving our departing to someone else's sorrow
as each beat will count and slowly undo
yesterday floats away into memories we borrow
as another realm we walk in time for us anew
