Trolaan is a poem consisting of 4 quatrains.

Each line of the quatrain begins with the same letter.  The rhyme scheme is abab.

Starting with the second stanza you use the second letter of the first line of the first stanza to write the second, with each line beginning with that letter.

The third stanza will use the second letter on the first line of the second stanza. Write the third, with each line beginning with that letter.

On the fourth stanza you will use the second letter on the first line of the third stanza and write the fourth, with each line beginning with that letter.



As evening wanes and morning
appears over the hill,
another day, with the sun adorning
all that lies quiet and still.
Soon, the shadows cast will
seem elongated and pronounced,
surrounded by the sounds that fill,
serenity has been announced.
Over in the quietest of places,
obviously, one who seeks will find,
of all their heart encases,
original thought is within their mind.
Very soon the morning fades,
vacillating between now and noon,
valiantly the hours parade,
visions of nightfall coming soon.

© 2020 – Walter J Wojtanik

35 thoughts on “INFORM POET – TROLAAN


    Amongst the birds that play on poles
    and flitter in the trees
    are cardinals and orioles
    and lots of chickadees

    meandering amongst the seed,
    most of them to eat;
    marvelously, some who feed
    meet there just to greet

    each morning with some chortling chirps
    erupting from their bills,
    every so often with excerpts
    erasing all my ills.

    As I watch them move about
    and seem to enjoy their play,
    a sudden urge to rise and shout
    accelerates my day.

  2. If I’ve done it wrong don’t tell me. I don’t think I have the energy to fix it.

    “A poet is a nightingale” Percy Bysshe Shelley “A Defense of Poetry”

    Nightingale Song (Trolaan)

    A poet is a nightingale
    ambrosial melodies he sings
    au bade to dawn, ode to dusk’s veil,
    aesthetically he stirs the strings

    Poets emote upon the page
    persnickety about each word
    plying their trade across that stage
    praying their message will be heard

    Ottava Rima, lilting lune,
    Ovillejo, golden vessels
    offer ways to compose your tune
    once done well worth the wrestle

    the finished poem put you through.
    Then, ended, the nightingale done
    thinks of the next poem to do…
    trepidly he hopes there is one.

  3. Moonlit Night in a Pontoon Boat

    He sits in silence on a pontoon.
    Held in awe at an angel, but fake.
    He’s aware it’s an illusion of the moon,
    Hovering over the indigo lake.

    Evening’s fiery colors faded just moments past,
    Ending with a gentle, cool breeze.
    Even his loneliness didn’t last.
    Enduring wisdom set him at ease.

    Velvety leaves lacing the sky.
    Visions of shadows creating odd forms.
    Victorious power of wings on high.
    Valuing the wonder, his heart warms.

    Enough in these few moments to inspire
    Exciting tales to tell those who would care.
    Embracing the ambiance to admire.
    Eager to receive in order share.

  4. .


    As the year begins, winter winds blow
    All trees are bare of their summer leaves
    Amazing beauty from the cold white snow
    All the while wishing for a warmth reprieve

    Spring is a most welcomed time of the year
    Shifting our focus from inside to out
    Snow on the melt as new life appears
    Shoes on and ready for out-and-about

    Patience rewarded, this season’s the best
    Put on the sunscreen, summer’s returned
    Pick up that map and set the GPS
    Pack up and take that vacation you’ve earned

    Autumn rolls in bringing color and cool
    Awesome beauty dons the forests and hills
    Another harvest, now close down the pool
    Almighty God, Your seasons fulfill

  5. Exertions

    Odd to see gym members in masks
    Obscenely hot breath builds up inside
    occluding proper sight. Your task:
    obey sanitary rules, don’t downslide.

    Daring athletes bench press weights
    doing their best to keep sweat at bay.
    Diligent, their focus is on heart rate.
    Don’t sit on machines using cell phones all day.

    A sorry lack of cleansing stations
    angers members who scramble for paper towels,
    and cleaning solutions are rationed–
    all of which causes language most foul.

    Such a sorry state of affairs.
    So many ill, plus horrific wild fires
    spreading destruction, people in tears.
    Safety comes first–situation dire.

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