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A Nevada Sonnet is merely a Fourteener with required, consistent internal rhyme occurring at the same syllable in each line. The idea is to keep the Alexandrine meter from falling apart under its own weight. This is all about making the sonnet a more cohesive unit.
Metrics: 14 lines written in Iambic heptameter
Rhyme Pattern: Any sonnet pattern known to man, including blank verse.
Defining characteristic: An internal rhyme pair in consistent position on each line.
I’ve Killed (Nevada Sonnet)
An atheist, an agnostic, a Christian and a fool,
I’ve been deist, and quite caustic toward what I’ve deemed fraud.
I’ve been a lout who wielded clout, a bureaucrat, a tool,
an entrepreneur, full of manure, and… some things to laud.
I’ve killed, and not in war. For that my soul is sore. The rest
I can amend or change my friend, but that’s indelible.
I killed what meant most to me. His ghost I see- on rare nights.
Mercy killing, though culture willing, is not correctable.
I killed my dying pup. Defying reason, conscience stings.
I was too small then to quell all life with one mighty blow.
I had to hit ,and cry and hit, hit again. Of all things
I’ve ever done, that is the one that haunts. Empathy so
flows to dogs that all my life, says my wife, I’ve felt more pain
for them then men. That may be so until we meet again.
© Larry Eberhart, aka, Lawrencealot
From Venice Bard, the current remaining Welsh authority on Allpoetry. com.
It’s just 7 Cyhydedd Fer couplets (rimed 8-syllable lines). I don’t consider it a ‘sonnet’ myself, but Ceridwens Soul (my beloved Celtic forms teacher, now awol) did. I suppose the ‘turn’ is anywhere you want it to be.
Tell Me of Your Anger in Whispers (Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet)
If you should speak in anger, dear,
first speak where only you can hear
If meaning’s clear, is message fair?
Are words intended to repair,
and will they guide toward common ground?
Is blame essential to be found?
The words can wait, while anger cools
and then converse when reason rules.
If I’ve done something that you hate,
advise me, but the words can wait.
You know I’ll move to make amends,
because I love you and we’re friends.
Use whispers closely late tonight.
And honey, I will make it right.
he Couplet Sonnet is as its name implies a sonnet made up of couplets. This verse form was found at Poetry Base. I am pretty sure this is a recently invented form however it could be a variation of the Clare Sonnet or the Cyhydedd Fer Sonnet or the other way around.
The defining features of the Couplet Sonnet are:
• a quatorzain is made up 7 heroic couplets.
• metered, iambic pentameter.
• rhymed aa bb cc dd ee ff gg.
• composed with a pivot placed at the poet’s discretion.
As sample poem.
This topic did not fit this form well, and I subsequently rewrote the poem as
a Spensarian Sonnet, but here was the attempt.
I knew I belonged when you held out your hands.
There are such things a puppy understands.
I leaped to you and nuzzled right away.
Adopting you was puppies goal that day.
Almost as quickly you connected too.
That day this pup adopted mainly you.
I loved the tricks you taught and the games we’d play,
like tug-a-war and chase-ball everyday.
When you’d go to bed, I’d lie on your chest.
I’d see your smile, then I would like it best.
One day though you remained cold in your bed.
I knew that you were gone- that you were dead.
It won’t be long, for I’m an old dog too,
before my time is up and I’m with you.