The Lanterne is a type of poem that has one syllable in the first line, two syllables in the second line, three syllables in the third line, four syllables in the fourth line, and one syllable in the fifth line that related to the first word of the poem.

* 5 line poem
* each line has a specific number of syllables

line 1 = 1 syllable
line 2 = 2 syllables
line 3 = 3 syllables
line 4 = 4 syllables
line 5 = 1 syllable
* lines do not rhyme
* poem is based on one sentence or idea


comfort food

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

wind tossed
in full retreat

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

to the soul
hearts and minds in

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014


Here it’s Tuesday and quite clear I’m a late bloomer this week. But I would be remiss not to acknowledge the consistently outstanding work of our poet gardeners. Forgive my delay.

We have come to express in color with the vibrancy and variance of tint and hue. We forgo red for crimson, green for emerald and every shade in between. And so the prompt painted wonderful works. In this season of Autumn, we are ravaged visually with the golds and auburns and shades of brown. The surety of October’s call to slumber fall within the tints of brown expressed well in a return by Jerry Walraven (Chev Shire, for those who recall his works under this moniker).

“Somehow Brown” by Jerry Walraven

I like to pretend,
as Autumn swirls about my feet,
that the song
sung by the leaves of sienna
is sweeter than
the song
sung by those of rust.

That those of persimmon
carry warm notes
through cool breezes
to my nighttime window.

That copper colored leaves
spend more time airborne,
enjoying the twists and turns
than their russet neighbors.

But the citrine colored
leaves from this river birch
are dotted now
with moments of sepia,
coloring time
and condensing space
these lovely shades
give way
to charcoal lines
sketched against gray skies
and different beauty.


(C) Jerry Walraven, 2014


The Hexsonnetta followed as our featured form. This variation of a traditional sonnet brought a newness to an old “friend”.

Capturing the essence of life in this Hexsonnetta, our friend and mentor, Salvatore Buttaci brings us these words by which to live.

LIVE IN THE MOMENT by Salvatore Buttaci

It’s foolish letting time
Escape to parts unknown,
A fault that’s ours alone
Because we set our minds
Ahead or far behind
This moment we are shown.

It’s wise to live the now.
Ignore what’s not yet born.
Forget the vanished dawn.
I tell you this is how;
To this you ought best vow:
Why let time pass, then mourn?

Oh, live for all it’s worth,
Each moment be your birth!

(C) Salvatore Buttaci, 2014


Exceptional work all!


You are the Professor of “LIFE 101″. What is the first lesson you would impart? Write it as a poem!



We struggle to start,
with a passionate heart
and no idea how a plea of insanity
can render all of humanity smitten,
as if bitten by the love bug.
Any amorous slug would suffice,
and never look twice when the first glance
will cover any chance you have
to topple heart over heels.
You will know how it feels
when your mouth gets dry and try
as you might, you can’t fight the urge
as others delight in your plight.
Your hands will sweat, and you will get
tongue tied inside. You will quiver
and shake; make a fool of yourself.
Stutter, stammer and throw glamor out
the window, it is not pretty.
But anything worth while in life is
worth the effort. Make it!
Take it as it comes; accept a little shove.
And above all else, work on love.

Copyright © 2014 Walter J Wojtanik



The HexSonnetta, created by Andrea Dietrich, consists of two six-line stanzas and a finishing rhyming couplet with the following set of rules:

Meter: Iambic Trimeter
Rhyme Scheme: a/bb/aa/b c/dd/cc/d ee

Iambic Trimeter means the usual iambic (alternating unstressed/stressed) meter for every line of the poem, but instead of the ten syllables that comprise a typical sonnet’s iambic pentameter, this particular form uses six syllables of iambic trimeter per line. Thus, the name HexSonnetta. The first part of the form’s name refers to the syllable count per line. The second part of the name, Sonnetta, is to show this to be a form similar to the sonnet, yet with its shorter lines and different rhyme scheme, it is not the typical sonnet. Not only does this poem have six syllables per line, it also has a set of two six-line stanzas, giving an extra “hex” to the meaning of HexSonnetta. The rhyme scheme is a bit of a mixture of the two traditional sonnet types, with the two 6-line stanzas having more the rhyme scheme of an Italian sonnet, but with the ending rhyming couplet being the featured rhyme scheme of the English sonnet. The first stanza presents the theme of the poem, with the second stanza serving to change the tone of the poem, to introduce a new aspect of the theme or to give added details. The final couplet, as in an English sonnet, can be either a summary (if the theme is simple) or it could be the resolution to a problem presented in the theme. In any event, it should nicely tie together the whole piece and could even appear as a nice “twist” presented at the end.



As Autumn starts to fall
a chill returns to stay.
The wind comes out to play,
you hear her howl to call
to creatures great and small,
farewell to Summer’s days.

A pall surrounds the night,
the shroud of darkness, black
as shadows that attack
and cover all in sight.
Quite soon the bitter bite
of Winter will come back.

The end of seasons come.
It draws us close to home.

Copyright © 2014 Walter J Wojtanik


Making great inroads into the Autumn season, we are inundated with the magnificent palette of colors that present themselves as the winds grow cold. Think of your favorite color. Find the variations in shade of your chosen color. (Blue – Prussian, peacock…) Write a colorful poem using as many of these alternate descriptors as you can. We are in a sensory mode since last week’s prompt. We continue by tapping into the visual beauty of color.



Broad brush strokes of Alizarin Crimson
and amaranth, American Beauty Rose is a miss
that lusters like a ruby in the noonday sun.

Auburn tinted leaves leave little to imagine,
but the grin that spreads from ear to ear
is clear. Brick and mortar are not built for speed,

indeed they are solid; a structured foundation
upon which lives are constructed. We’ve tucked
our collars up and the skies remain changeable.

Unstable weather not withstanding, Fall
is handing us a sneak peek at the peak of the season.
There is no reason to stay sequestered, it has festered

for as long as you’ve been marooned. Soon
the Cardinal will perch on barren branches
and the chances are slim that Winter will delay.

All fruited hints of a tint so rusty; ruddy
and bloody replacing candy apple and cherry,
(although grapes make great claret; burgundy)

and we see the sun diminish at the finish of day.
Unfurled, our canvas sways and stays billowed
like a skyward pillow capturing the breath of Him.

Scarlet spinnaker shadowed in silhouette,
you have yet to pull anchor, thankful for this moment.
A descending sun back-lighting the horizon,
it will rise again on the next New Day!

Copyright © 2014 Walter J Wojtanik



We’ve made sense out of our sense of belonging, reaching out to feel what our surrounding are all about. The poem that struck me  strongly was this poem by Benjamin Thomas.


The canons of mind are put to sleep; fierce red dragons of anxiety are slain at ease. It’s walls testify of a lasting peace, the corridors hum rhythmic liberties, while the pain has ceased.

An abundance of rest blankets the battlefield, gently arrays the dead with hope. It’s soldiers dream their heart under its comforter. While the war is over, they still cope.

The winter is past, the rain is over and gone, and the time of singing has come.

Benjamin Thomas

For the Epigram Blooms, I am selecting a group of poems by three of our poets. Since the Epigrams are short blurbs of poetics, I choose the collected Epigrams of Salvatore Buttaci (including Spring Wish, If We Could Go Back and Not Such A Tall Tale), Susan Schoeffield‘s (Becoming One With Nature, Heightened Senses, Fibber’s Tale) and all of William Preston‘s finery!


And Damon, we’re glad you came back!


A very short, ironic and witty poem usually written as a brief couplet or quatrain. The term is derived from the Greek epigramma meaning inscription.


Montgomery lies in sweet repose.
Her husband caught him with Sweet Rose!

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik 2014


The night grows dark; the shadows long,
the musty smell is thick and strong.
Anne, once glad that she had married him,
is gladder now that she has buried him!

Copyright (C) Walter J Wojtanik 2014