Two invented sonnet forms were found in Pathways for a Poet by Viola Berg 1977. This book was written for teachers with contributions by teachers. The various forms were offered as learning exercises.
• The LuVailean Sonnet alternates pentameter and dimeter lines and finishes with a heroic couplet. It invented by Lyra LuVaile.
The LuVailean Sonnet is:
○ a quatorzain made up of 7 couplets.
○ metered, iambic – 6 couplets of alternating pentameter and dimeter lines and ending with a heroic couplet (rhymed iambic pentameter).
○ rhymed, rhyme scheme ababcdcdefefgg.
Pasted from http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=1849#lu
My thanks to Judi Van Gorder for years of work on this fine PMO resource.
Poor Health Costs (LuVailean Sonnet)
Most every life is filled with highs and lows;
expect no less.
But only when your health has been deposed
is life a mess.
The costs, unless you’re in the upper class
will change your life
by draining wealth you’ve managed to amass;
it grieves your wife.
The little things like taking her to dine
you must forego.
I’d never thought this outcome would be mine;
But now it’s so.
And yet each day the love my wife provides
is constant, and she makes me laugh besides.
© Lawrencealot – March 13, 2015
I first saw this form or treatment by Mary Lou Healy on Allpoetry.com.
It is not a form it is a technique requiring skill and talent that can be applied to any existing sonnet form.
The sonnet makes sense read first line to last or last line to first.
The Hand of Time
Whose face is this within my looking glass?
Someone appears with age-etched lines…I ask,
How do the seasons thus so swiftly pass?
I must have drunk from some enchanted flask!
Oh, I remember when all things were new.
They once shone out in future’s ardent glow
It seems my days have dwindled to a few
When did my certain step become so slow?
Buds have blossomed, blown and gone to dust.
Leaves have greened and burned and fallen, all
As nature’s children, living beings must.
Too soon, we heed that urgent beckoning call.
The hand of time will find and gently touch
All things we’ve grown to love so very much.
(c) Mary Lou Healy – August, 2011