Ivorian Sonnet
This sonnet is the brainchild of the late Ivor Hogg, and at first site just a simple progression of stanzas.
A couplet a. a… a triplet b. c. b… and a quatrain d. e. d. e.
The quintain is the key that links this stanza back to the RHYME of the previous stanzas and the rhyme pattern can be in any order giving it 120 variations.
Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 1 – 24
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a.b.c.d.e. |
a.b.c.e.d. |
a.b.d.c.e. |
a.b.d.e.c. |
a.b.e.c.d. |
a.b.e.d.c. |
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a.c.b.d.e. |
a.c.b.e.d. |
a.c.d.b.e. |
a.c.d.e.b. |
a.c.e.b.d. |
a.c.e.d.b. |
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a.d.b.c.e. |
a.d.b.e.c. |
a.d.c.b.e. |
a.d.c.e.b. |
a.d.e.b.c. |
a.d.e.c.b. |
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a.e.b.c.d. |
a.e.b.d.c. |
a.e.c.b.d. |
a.e.c.d.b. |
a.e.d.b.c. |
a.e.d.c.b. |
Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 25 – 48
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b.a.c.d.e. |
b.a.c.e.d. |
b.a.d.c.e. |
b.a.d.e.c. |
b.a.e.c.d. |
b.a.e.d.c. |
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b.c.a.d.e. |
b.c.a.e.d. |
b.c.d.a.e. |
b.c.d.e.a. |
b.c.e.a.d. |
b.c.e.d.a. |
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b.d.a.c.e. |
b.d.a.e.c. |
b.d.c.e.a. |
b.d.c.a.e. |
b.d.e.a.c. |
b.d.e.c.a. |
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b.e.a.c.d. |
b.e.a.d.c. |
b.e.c.a.d. |
b.e.c.d.a. |
b.e.d.a.c. |
b.e.d.c.a. |
Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 48 – 72
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c.a.b.d.e. |
c.a.b.e.d. |
c.a.d.b.e. |
c.a.d.e.b. |
c.a.e.b.d. |
c.a.e.d.b. |
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c.b.a.d.e. |
c.b.a.e.d. |
c.b.d.a.e. |
c.b.d.e.a. |
c.b.e.a.d. |
c.d.e.d.a. |
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c.d.a.b.e. |
c.d.a.e.b. |
c.d.b.a.e. |
c.d.b.e.a. |
c.d.e.a.b. |
c.d.e.b.a. |
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c.e.a.b.d. |
c.e.a.d.b. |
c.e.b.a.d. |
c.e.b.d.a. |
c.e.d.a.b. |
c.e.d.b.a. |
Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 73 – 96
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d.a.b.c.e. |
d.a.b.e.c. |
d.a.c.b.e. |
d.a.c.e.b. |
d.a.e.b.c. |
d.a.e.c.b. |
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d.b.a.c.e. |
d.b.a.e.c. |
d.b.c.a.e. |
d.b.c.e.a. |
d.b.e.a.c. |
d.b.e.c.a. |
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d.c.a.b.e. |
d.c.a.e.b. |
d.c.b.a.e. |
d.c.b.e.a. |
d.c.e.a.b. |
d.c.e.b.a. |
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d.e.a.b.c. |
d.e.a.c.b. |
d.e.b.a.c. |
d.e.b.c.a. |
d.e.c.a.b. |
d.e.c.b.a |
Ivorian Sonnet Quintain Variations 97 – 120
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e.a.b.c.d. |
e.a.b.d.c. |
e.a.c.b.d. |
e.a.c.d.b. |
e.a.d.b.c. |
e.a.d.c.b. |
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e.b.a.c.d. |
e.b.a.d.c. |
e.b.c.a.d. |
a.b.c.d.a. |
e.b.d.a.c. |
e.b.d.c.a. |
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e.c.a.b.d. |
e.c.a.d.b. |
e.c.b.a.d. |
e.c.b.d.a. |
e.c.d.a.b. |
e.c.d.b.a. |
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e.d.a.b.c. |
e.d.a.c.b. |
e.d.b.a.c. |
e.d.b.c.a. |
e.d.c.a.b. |
e.d.c.b.a. |
Sonnet’s Journey – Ivorian Sonnet XXXV
My pen that writes the words of many things
Yet everything stops to hear the love that sings
No matter where a poet sits each night
her thoughts return to stay beside you dear
A sonnet’s journey is to touch love’s light
A missive signed and sealed by poets’s lips
that form a kiss to gently ease the ache
our senses wound in cherished reels and strips
and there in words we speak the love we make
Each night as love letters begin their flight
I lose the dreaded sense of loss and fear
that often lead my tender heart to break
Each soothing word of ink so softly springs
To resonate again upon your lips.
Jem Farmer
Pasted from http://thepoetsgarret.com/2013Challenge/form08.html
http://www.thepoetsgarret.com/
My thanks to Jem Farmer of thepoetsgarret.
My example
Discharged (Ivorian Sonnet)
He seemed an old man children might demean.
He wore a shaggy coat, but it was clean.
The wars he fought in made fortunes for some,
and analysts think little else was good.
It savaged his soul and left him a bum.
He returned to be spit upon, and worse.
He’d picked up habits which had helped him cope
but now it plagued him with a social curse
and mockery deprived this man of hope.
A brother soldier helped him get off dope
and now he hopes his fortunes to reverse,
he’d consul other veterans if he could
He’s overcome the thought that he’s just scum
He wears a shabby coat, but now it’s clean.
© Lawrencealot – March 11, 2015
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