This is a new form of the sonnet that I invented and named after my maternal lineage of the Vaughan family who came over from Wales to Rhode Island in 1643. It makes some use of near or half rhyme (the first poet in the English language to use this was Henry Vaughan) and has what normally is the final couplet coming after the first quatrain, in the 5th and 6th lines.
You can take the class I offer on the metaphysical poets and learning to write the Vaughanet and the wreath here.
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The irises that overlap the pond
14 lines, 10 comments, on Jul 19 6:39 AM 2008. In Vaughanet -
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Will Shakespeare, I have seen you do
14 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 8 2:12 AM 2008. In Vaughanet -
The fountain pen I hold is made of gold ~
17 lines, 12 comments, on Oct 24 2:05 AM 2008. In Vaughanet
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We feed the stick your godhead holds with flame16 lines, 7 comments, on Oct 28 9:21 AM 2008. In Vaughanet
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In Adam, God imbues with life, first man,19 lines, 5 comments, on Dec 29 4:11 AM 2008. In Vaughanet
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The snow is sifting down and through the pane
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The sepia that stains this photograph
has seeped for generations into stone15 lines, 3 comments, on May 8 12:07 PM. In Vaughanet -
Invisible estate, how purely free
of earthly ties you stay, eluding those17 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 9 8:31 AM. In Vaughanet -
Today I'm missing you; I don't know why—
I can't imagine what a pattern's for14 lines, 5 comments, on Jun 13 7:00 AM. In Vaughanet -
The handy Vaughanet comes to you by way
of landed brothers David and Thomas -
An empty straight backed chair with reeded seat,
another one of molded warped plywood:14 lines, 5 comments, on Jul 21 9:49 PM. In Vaughanet -
Their lives were never lived in black and white;
misleading how the photographs connote14 lines, 6 comments, on Jul 27 2:43 AM. In Vaughanet -
Where purple asters followed on
and bowed to horses' hooves in fall14 lines, 4 comments, on Sep 29 1:36 AM. In Vaughanet -
Behold, upon the tapestry I see
the wooer that this spindle brings to me.
13 lines, 7 comments, on Oct 3 9:59 AM. In Vaughanet -
I walked alone through slanted city streets,
when dawn was peeking past her starry vale.by ZachP 4 lines, 6 comments, on Oct 29 12:23 PM -
I stuck a sweet potato in the fire
and covered it with leaves to let it bake.15 lines, 5 comments, on Nov 3 4:21 AM. In Vaughanet
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honor and praise to the vaughans and their current poetic guardian of the lineage ...
I love sonnets, and am always happy to try out what they call "unconventional" sonnet-forms ...
gratitude to your ancestors for this precious gift ...
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It would be helpful to write a column
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I love the fact that you are carrying the torch with your amazing poetry, Henry is smiling
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The Photo is very fitting. Your my MVP.
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Thank you, I have now done just that: http://allpoetry.com/column/2353417
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