That's a common mistake to make in dealing with this kind of piece, when the originator sets up an arbitrary rhyme scheme.  You can either make the changes or declare it to be a Stefanile Sonnet that Wayned off-course slightly.

deLighting in your adventurousness, Daniel 

Stefanile Sonnet

Since we've just discovered this form and we have a couple of them posted here now, I guess it's time for us to learn a little about it.  Its 'creator' was Felix Stefanile who, along with his wife Selma were civil servants in New York in the '50s, when they decided to form Sparrow Press.  He was invited to Purdue University to serve for one year as Visiting Professor and stayed on until 1987, when he retired, having been made a Full Professor in 1975.    

His Stefanile Triadic Sonnet is composed of 14 lines of iambic pentameter and has three divisions. 

The first section is a statement or a text which the next will develop further. Its 3 lines state the theme of the sonnet, and it rhymes a-b-a. 

The second section of 8 lines is rhymed b-c-c-d-b-b-d-e and elaborates on the substance of the first section. 

The third section is a sort of a resolution or conclusion and consists of 3 lines, rhymed f-e-f.

Since each section is distinct, it's reasonable to insert a single space between them.  And since enjambement between the sections is discouraged by their separateness, using it ought to have some purpose other than mere convenience.


Here is my first and only attempt at the form as of this date:


Black and White Unboxed

My library this moment rests estranged
from me, boxed in the attic -- needs a room
yet un-remodeled; that's not been arranged.

A dozen years ago, beneath a plume
of sudden weightlessness, our life changed course.
Though I'd belt out the blues; sour lemons forced
my squeezing inner sanctity to drink
those bitter dregs with honey, sans remorse.
Dire consequences still may run their course
but I'm less zeroing in on what I think...
discovering much more of what I feel.

Those boxes filled with books I cherished most
seem less so black and white today; what's real
is my cat's purring... jelly-slathered toast.

<sub>© MLee Dickens'son 05 June 2009

- a Stefanile Triadic Sonnet, utilizing 10 words from a Billy Collins poem:
library, blues, weightless, cat, zeroing, sanctity, lemons, moment, arranged, white</sub>


You can observe Wayne's at this link:  Reel Comfort


Hope that's helpful, folks.  Why not give it a try!

deLighting in the prospect of seeing others, Daniel