Pensee pic

Image courtesy of Fresh Plans

So, like…wow!  We had such a fabulous response to the short fun form Tetractys, that I decided we should maybe try one more week of something similar.  With that having been said, for the In-form Poet of October 23rd, let’s have a go at (don-da-don…) the Pensee.

The Pensee is a syllabic poem, which is great if you like to count.  (No vampire puns intended.)  For a single stanza (and yes, you can write more if your muse compels you) is 2 – 4 – 7 – 8 – 6.  But, there is a slight trick to it.  Line one is your subject line, line 2 is your description, line 3 is the action line, line 4 is your setting and line 5 is your final thoughts on the poem.

If you are curious to see how it can work, there is actually a Pensee generator, which allows you to plug your words into boxed fields.  Then, all you have to do is press the button – and voila! Instant Pensee.  It was designed for school kids, in order to help facilitate their writing, but it’s fun to play with, nonetheless.

Here’s the link:

(If you decide to try it, the above link will take you to the main page.  Scroll down ‘til you find Pensee and click on that link.  You know the drill.)

Anyway, here are a couple of examples by yours truly:

Paparazzi Fodder

Light gnomes
flash in my eyes
as the photographer shoots
a portrait of me walking off
with this week’s tabloid news.


Pensée for a Nudist Colony

I heard
some nude resorts
are taking off the gloves to
fight rivals for more customers,
a bare necessity.


So…just like Descartes once famously said, “Je pensee; donc je suis…eh?” *

Go Pensee!

*The phrase was Cogito ergo sum, which in French is actually Je pense; donc je suis – and in English translates to mean, I think; therefore I am.


Cute cuddle bug
Closed-eyed smile, hugging Grandpop
Perfectly framed by the doorway
Picture-perfect moment

© copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good

Warm beating heart
Showing us how to use it
Tangibly, right here where we live
I can’t help but love Him

© copyright 2013, Marie Elena Good



She stands
heart full of fire.
Consumed by her soul’s desire,
for she knows steps she has taken
could be so mistaken.

She walks.
Passions inflamed.
She wants his muse to notice.
Sharing the desire to dance
if they just took the chance.

She basks
in the sun’s warmth.
She stops, feeling its embrace
like his arms over the miles.
She stands there and smiles.

She knows
passions can burn.
She wants to feel all she can,
no promise or demand, just heat;
an all-consuming love.

She sighs.
She wants this more
than anything else she knows.
He continues to grow on her,
touching every moment.

She steps,
moving closer;
feeling alive with passion,
his words entice her to want more;
lead her to their dance floor.

She feels
alive and well
desired. Fired by him
who writes love as he writes his heart,
letting the journey start.

© Copyright 2013, Walter J Wojtanik


How interesting that the very week we are clowning around, Robert Lee Brewer invites us to the circus!


  1. Wounding To Heal

    A hateful thing;
    But God used that deadly pain
    In my life, strengthening my faith:
    Suff’ring brings us to Him.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

  2. Guests at Rest

    A band
    named Havenstance
    Toured with Seventh Day Slumber
    Crashed on fold outs, cots at our house
    Voices and Hearts now still.
    At rest
    To sing again
    Far away from Canada
    Tomorrow in Oklahoma
    For their love, their Jesus.

  3. “i-GO”
    Twelve inches tall,
    powered by the newest gear,
    always there to cover your back
    to see you to the top.

  4. What a fun start. Good job on all the samples (Erin an Seven Too).
    I think we will read a very whim-sicle week of poeming.

  5. The examples are great. Mine aren’t – mainly because the Octpowrimo prompt for today is to write about numbers, which I dislike almost as much as I loathe syllable-counting forms.

    Arrière Pensées (regrets)

    of five numbers
    helps the postman to find you.
    Our new home in le Clos des Champs
    is five O two one O


    define people,
    identify motor cars
    which might be stolen or speeding.
    Know me by name, not number.

    My Social Security and Tax numbers are about 14 characters long. Is it any wonder I can’t remember them? I can remember car numbers in sequence since My Uncle’s Wolseley in 1944, but not the current one!

  6. Making Memories

    Long awaited
    Shopping, playing games, touring
    Grand southwestern Colorado
    It goes by all too fast.


    hued artistry
    colors the wood and the field
    and the essence of October;
    no wonder my soul is healed.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  8. Ummmmmmmm…

    smells delicious.
    There’s an apple pie baking
    and it scents the air with autumn.
    This is my happy place.


  9. A Raking Wind

    this wind from south,
    and leaves chasing gusts to North –
    they disappear on fleeting wings,
    this wind is raking leaves.

  10. Wow, Walt. You made a masterpiece of love out of this little pensee. Nothing pensive about it, either.


    Hearts pay the price
    Required to earn true love.
    Those who don’t walk into fire
    Are not tempered for love.



    clocks everywhere
    reach full circle at midnight
    at the deathbed of dying years
    that pass without fanfare



    like to do this:
    spend all their time scrivenning
    and being inspired by muses
    sucking on whimsicles.

    copyright 2013, William Preston (but I think Marjory ought to share it)


    Parts cars
    are leftovers:
    they gradually fade away
    from one bumper to the other
    so an old one may live.

    copyright 2013, William Preston

  15. Happy Emotions

    A smile
    A happy face
    Lips curling like a canoe
    Smiles don our face at times of joy
    Smile cracks are a good thing

    A noisy smile
    Cheek wrinkling, eye squinting fun
    Shared with the ones we love the most
    Laughter will keep us young

    Pure joy
    Producing tears
    Smiles accompany the tears
    When the time is right, let them flow
    We need more tears of joy

    Life’s contentment
    Make your life a happy place
    Those you love will be happy, too
    Life’s too short for sorrow

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  16. No Freedom Without Them

    Under orders
    Protecting unknown millions
    Wherever they’re ordered to go
    No freedom without them

    Our protectors
    Strong, proud, and dedicated
    Protecting liberty for all
    No freedom without them

    On land and sea
    Some pay the ultimate price
    And some never make it back home
    No freedom without them

    All that they have
    Whenever and wherever
    They’re needed to fight the good fight
    No freedom without them

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  17. The Path

    Christ follower
    Walking the straight and narrow
    So difficult in Satan’s world
    But so great the rewards

    © 2013 Earl Parsons

  18. Pensee Pensieve

    My thoughts,
    silver jump ropes
    skipping backward and forward
    through time and memory, waiting
    for me to come visit.

    (Inspired by the Harry Potter books and movies – The Pensieve is an object use to review memories. It has the appearance of a shallow stone basin, into which are carved runes and strange symbols. It is filled with a silvery substance that appears to be a cloud-like liquid/gas; the collected memories of people who have siphoned their recollections into it. Memories can then be viewed from a non-participant, third-person point of view.)

  19. Morning Ward
    Sweet pea-
    picked dewy fresh,
    in her nurse whites she gathers.
    She garlands the beds of the sick;
    honeyed hope drives flies out.
    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013

  20. Pensee

    my life
    one-breath poems
    write Tanka, Sijo, hard Haiku
    calligraphy in handmade books
    dance Autumn’s falling leaves


    my life
    one-breath poems
    write Tanka, Sijo, hard Haiku
    calligraphy in handmade books
    dance Autumn’s falling leaves

    challenge—Poetic Bloomings

  21. Elephant Speaks
    The show
    full of the best…
    please, rest your gaze on this beast,
    great and gray-performing her tricks;
    panicked eyes tell the truth.
    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2013

  22. Rj- your nudist one made me laugh!

    Marie- A perfect “sophie Sunshine,” pensee!!

    Walt- “Impassioned,” indeed! Lovely linking of this stanza… 🙂

    Too, funny…clowns and circuses all in one week…and I didn’t think I’d be able to write to those topics either! 😉

    Happy writing to everyone!

  23. iPhone

    apps, games, email, internet
    I take it out many times
    during the day to have some fun.
    I even make phone calls.


  24. Excuses, Excuses!

    are no fun, but
    we have to take them. (Da rules.)
    So, I’m studying my brains out.
    Zombies…did you hear me?


  25. Red And White

    Of red and white
    Drift sadly down from a rose,
    The stalk is left, ready for spring:
    Fall brings death to bring life.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope


    colors muted,
    hidding behind the mist of morn
    waiting ode of morning song
    that strums away the mist.

    colors growing,
    peeking past fall-shrouded trees
    waiting breeze to sweep the way clear
    with a freshening sigh.

    colors glowing,
    seeing mist and sunbeams wed
    and fill the quiet morning stead
    with blush of a new day.

    colors double,
    watching more rainbow unfurl
    to share the morning’s glory
    and treasured promises.

    color fading,
    slipping away in the blue sky,
    waiting for another day
    to wed sunbeams and mist.

  27. Sorry I’m tardy to the party. Internet woes. I’ve read some great stuff here, friends.

    Poultry in Motion

    scratching, strutting,
    etch hen art into his yard.
    He films iridescent feathers
    while they pose like dancers.

  28. TLC

    soup bubbles hot and fresh for
    you in the biggest pot, ginger
    added to heal your cold.

  29. Brush-stroke

    teases colors
    from last leaves, squeezes pumpkin
    pigments onto landscapes, red and
    gold painted into fierce sunsets.

  30. Made to Realize

    Couldn’t see the growing death
    In her own brother’s wasted frame;
    She woke up at last…too late.

    © Copyright Erin Kay Hope – 2013

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