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The Mononet is an invented form (weren’t they all), created seven years ago by B Chandler of Allpoetry.
It is a complete poem of 18 lines consisting of two octave stanzas and a couplet.
It is syllabic with the 5th line of each octave and the final line of the couplet having 12 syllables, line 17 having 6 syllables,and all other lines having 11 syllables.
Line 5 of each octave consists of six syllables repeated. (Half line refrain).
Line 8 of Stanza 1 is repeated as line 18. (Full line refrain.)
Rhyme Scheme: abab(AA)baB cdcd(CC)dcd aB
or abba(AA)bbA2 cdcc(DD)dcd aA2
where the capital letters indicate partial or whole line refrains.
The creator’s poem, and my visual template will clarify the specifications.
For a time alone, things seem lost in a show
While beauty is standstill, this soul knew life
In ways that can’t comprehend but gained its low
As time passes during seasoned change and rife—
Epiphanies re-grow, epiphanies re-grow
Words of splendor and phrases lost into strife,
These limbs stood idle; momentum grandeur’s bow
For surroundings of new plus old, there lies its knife
Caught within this dream of rebirth, though all knew
At this point, another soul walked alongside
The woods enthralled from things unforeseen thus grew
Rediscovered lights through shadowed paths reside-
For knowledge’s wind blew…for knowledge’s wind blew
Heads bowed—silence reigned and trails of tranquil pride
Wrote lines of creation; hued colors mixed flew
To the only place were serenity’s guides
To the only place were serenity’s guides
This form was invented in 2005 by B_Chandler on AP.
I found it on PoetryMagnusOpus listed as “Chandler’s Sonnet, with the caveat below.
- The Chandler Sonnet is an invented verse form introduced by B Chandler that although it is called a sonnet, has nothing in common with the sonnet form.
The Chandler Sonnet is:
Pasted from <http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/index.php?showtopic=2253>
My thanks to Judi Van Gorder of PMO, one of the hardest working site administrators on the web. A wonderful resource.
I have chosen to give the form the Original name the creator applied, even though in her
description she called it “The Chandler Sonnet”.. I am already catching enough flax for finding so many non-complying sonnet forms.
Instinctively the spider knows he has to build
A DNA encoded knowledge, never taught
enables his performance, diligent and skilled.
His mommy never taught him though you think she ought.
To teach this task in college would require a lot,
and grant you membership in an especial guild.
Geometry and Physics, rules of Mandelbrot,
and Chemistry and math would be the skills they sought.
Our spider weaves his web without a second thought,
then finds it rendered useless by the moist air chilled
by nature’s nocturnal show’s ever changing plot.
The web will dry and work, or else he will rebuild.
Discontent with other’s actions can occur
in daily functions even when we’re trying
to co-operate – attempting to defer,
and misspoken words are taken as a slur.
This happens even when you are complying
and we don’t always comply, that is for sure.
If mates can touch the care that’s underlying
as by instinct they’ll find their love undying.
My wife’s patient as a saint
that’s so, even though I ain’t.
© Lawremcealot – Novemeber 20