Poetic Constellations



2016 Poetry Form Challenge

#02 Glosa Poetry




A Spanish form also known as mote or retruecano, closely related to the cantiga.
In its strict form it is a poem consisting of a line or a short stanza called cabeza (or texto), stating the theme of the poem and followed by one stanza for each line of the cabeza explaining or glossing that line and often adding a refrain as the first or last line, or both.
The cabeza may be any length or rhyme scheme and the poet is free to choose any other form.

Loosely the glosa is any poem expanding on the theme presented at the opening statement.

texto:
As I sleep alone in this distant town.
An ethereal blanket keeps me safe and sound.

glosa:
The lonely night draw swiftly down
Covering the world in a deep black gown
Creeping softly in without a sound
As I sleep alone in this distant town.

I close my eyes, but sleep can't be found
Till your loving spirit wraps itself around
Then I'm covered and warm wrapped in love
An ethereal sheet keeps me safe and sound.

Ryter Roethicle

In the example above the glossing has been done by means of a short Rubaiyat. In the example below, Wesli Court uses an Envelope Sestet and repeats the glossing as the first line as well as the last line.

Western Wind

Western wind, when wilt thou blow,
That the small rain down shall rain?
Christ! that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again.

--ANONYMOUS


Western wind, when wilt thou blow?
When shall the rivers begin to flow
Over this ice toward the sea?
When will the branches of the tree
Drop their mantles of rime and snow?
Western wind, when wilt thou blow,

That the small rain down shall rain?
Then may the willows in their train
Loosen their limbs upon the stream;
Then may birdsong burst this dream
Of winter to seek the sprouting grain,
That the small rain down shall rain.

Christ! that my love were in my arms
Where the grass greens and the bee swarms!
She is fair as the mountain heather,
Comely and kind as Maytime's weather
Over the land after April storms--
Christ! that my love were in my arms,

And I in my bed again
Where gladly I have slept and lain
Upon the pillow of her hair.
When shall I once more come there,
Her breast beneath the counterpane,
And I in my bed again.

Wesli Court

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Glosa Poetry



Terry Clitheroe

Angels
Beclouded
Charm invests a face
Do not run
Fragenes circa domos testae
Had we but world and time
In the twilght glow
Leaf Dreams
Luce del sole
Magician
Reflections
Terrorism
Values
Xenobiotic
Yearning for the night
Zen Conversation

Jeremy Farmer

A Writer's Philosophy

Chris George

Prise Them Out



Terry Clitheroe

Angels

We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another. --Luciano de Crescenzo


Only angels weep true tears
Their sorrow as they watch us frail creatures
As we lead our frail lives thinking
Everything is so important
And means so much
Only love is important
Only love is carried on through death
And the soul that has been ignored in life
Carries on with that love knowing
We are, each of us angels with only one wing;

But an angel with one wing cannot fly
And so is reborn realising
We need the angels with the other wing;
And we can only fly by embracing one another.

-----

Beclouded

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A traveling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
Emily Dickinson



The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
Dark bottoms sneering, threatening
Across a barn or through a rut
Then breaks suddenly snowing.

Rhythm's tap out from
The travelling flakes of snow
The final evidence of Autumn
Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day
An unwilling lowly paid worker,
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Seen as user and a cruel employer.

The Wind cold and wet, complains
How some one treated him;
Nature is once again seen
Without her diadem.

-----

Charm invests a face

A Charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld
The Lady dare not lift her Veil
For fear it be dispelled
Emily Dickinson


A Charm invests a face
Hidden, curious creates desire
The Lady dare not lift her veil
For fear it could create a fire

Hidden, curious creates desire
Imperfectly beheld
For fear it could create a fire
Or fear it be dispelled

But peers beyond her mesh
See only what they wish
Lest Interview annul a want
Curious, imaginative of that dish.

Seeing only what they wish
And wishes and denies
Lest Interview annul a want
Not imaginative of that dish.

-----

Do not run

Don't run through life so fast that you forget not only where you've been, but also where you are going.
Author Unknown



Do not run so fast my friend
Life is short and too soon will end
Walk slowly for a while.
Stop and look around each mile
Do not worry what's around each bend
Do not run so fast my friend.

Do not forget where you have been
And never forget what you have seen
Philosophise and make it a treat
Life is short, but can be so sweet.
And remember you create each dream
Do not forget where you have been.

Do not ignore where you are going
You will feel each rock you are towing
As you join into the corporate race
And forget in your maddened pace
That life is to improve your knowing
Do not ignore where you are going.

-----

Frangentes circa domos testae

"The Prophet": And he said: Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain."


And I reply

Each morning the sun appears
And with it brings life to the Earth
Our bodies awaken with each dawn
Even though asleep we charge and renew
As the flower unfolding and welcoming it's rays

And so does love renew itself each day
At the loss of sun the heart is left as stone
In the night the kernel breaks away
And with the dawn the softness is shown
Love, soft, sweet love is born again

What of loves birth each dawn
Like any birth, must it always be in pain
Then like any birth ‘tis a pain well borne
For like any child created with the dawn
Love is a reward so worthy and so hardly won.

I tell you now to pray to your God,
Also pray and thank him for the sun
Be ever thankful for his gifts of love
Whilst making love is mostly in the night
Tis only then your seeds can grow with light.

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Had we but world and time

Had we but world and time
This coyness, Lady, were no crime
We would sit down and think which way
To walk and pass our long love's day
Andrew Marvell..."To His Coy Mistress"


As now I love you, I shall in a thousand years
I have done before, the parting leaving tears.
It shall be so again, but let them be of joy
Each parting leaving us less as natures toy,
Thinking we have a love that is sublime
Had we but world and time

In life's springtime we will meet again
My passion driving like a man insane
And you my dear so shy and oh so coy
In my heart I knew it was no ploy
And I would have you by bedtime
This coyness, Lady, were no crime.

Summer is a time of light and life
Sometimes of conflict and also strife
But love and patience conquers all
As one will help should the other fall
At journey's end with the close of day
We would sit down and think which way.

In autumn there is much more peace
And love now takes on a sense of ease.
Familiar traits, knowing by just a touch
Or a single glance that means so much
A hand, a smile on our journeys way
To walk and pass our long love's day...

-----

In the twilight glow

"In the twilight glow I see her
Blue eyes crying in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again"


In the twilight glow I see her
Clouded skies have hid the sun
Knowing she has gone forever
I don't regret what we'd begun.

Blue eyes crying in the rain
I know I must go on, still
How I wish I could stop the pain
But I love her and always will.

When we kissed goodbye and parted
As you lay there in my arms
I will always be broken hearted
Ever faithful to your charms

I knew we'd never meet again
But in my soul you have remained
Knowing we will meet in Heaven
And will have our love reclaimed.

-----

Leaf Dreams

"Everything in life started as a dream".
Victor Hugo


"What were your dreams?" I wonder
As each morning you would be awakened
By the glory of the rising sun,
Whilst we poor mortals would wait a little longer
Before we could share your vision.
Would the raucous shrieks of cockatoos wake you,
Or would you in time become inured by their banter,
And half awake from your slumber
Welcome the sun and the morn?

Or were your avians more sedate in their ways
With convivial chatter till fleeing their nest
Leaving you with the constant background sound
Of insects as they go about their work.
Spring and summer days never left you in silence
Or peace til night brought its blessed relief
And final rest for just the shortest time.

Then one day the avians are no more
The slackard sun is even later to rise
And what was green becomes a flaming beauty
But just for a short while.
Then all is gone, scattered on the ground below.
And all too soon all that's left is lace.
What were your dreams, and are you dreaming still?

-----

Luce del Sole

"The sunlight clasps the earth and the moonbeams kiss the sea.
What is all this sweet work worth if thou kiss not me?"
Percy Bysshe Shelley


Will thee kiss me, kiss me there?
In return I will kiss thee everywhere.
Should I touch thee, touch thee there?
I desire to touch thee, touch thee everywhere.
In the morn know loves worth, in the eve lie with me.
As sunlight clasps the earth and moonbeams kiss the sea.

Think thee I know not where we're going
Like a de-masted ship on a stormy ocean
I walked a maze of moments and found another
Only to be robbed, she was not mine forever
Then fate threw us together and gave me thee
What is all this sweet work worth if thou kiss not me?

-----

Magician

Once again fate has picked up the rings of life And here we are you and I awaiting fates move. David Turner

Once again fate has picked up the rings of life
Like any magician he shows them to be apart
His stellar gown highlights the glinting stars
A flash of light! Shazam! The rings are joined.
So like any other whim of fate they are as one
Their lives separate once have now been joined
All that remains is in the hands of fate.
Will he leave them together until the next show?
And here we are you and I awaiting fates move.
We have met and joined wondrously together
The light is still upon us what will he do?
I pray he puts us down and moves along
And then another show another time and place
We part a while then will be united once again.

-----

Reflections

Blindness has made me look into myself.
Janice Taylor, Para-Olympian


We are reflections of each other,
We are one and two and more.
Like mirrors in a fancy bedroom
That shows a hundred angles.
We think we know each other
Simply because we think we know
Ourselves.
We fool ourselves sometimes
With our thoughts.
Thinking we have emotions
Unlike the others
Even though we are of the same life.
Others wish they could be who or what we are,
But are we not reflections of them?

-----

Terrorism

He could see she was frightened
he drew her trembling into his arms and said


"There is no need for you to be afraid
The creatures of evil feed on your fear
They are Vampires who hide from the light
Light is truth and courage is strength.
Their outward appearance is power
But what power have they?
They must hide and act with stealth
They attack from behind, the low blow
There is no courage in this.
It is the mark of a coward
Only worthy of contempt.
It is wise to beware of them
But there is no need to fear them
Treat them as snakes and walk carefully
Any God they have would spit on them.
How can there be such a thing as a 'Holy War?'"

-----

Values

"Our attitude toward life determines life's attitude towards us." John N. Mitchell

When you look at someone long enough,
You can discover their humanity and spirituality,
But too often there is the avoidance of eyes,
Is this shyness or hiding the truth?

The eyes of a child see only the outside,
Without any concept of the person within.
The child smiles and is rewarded some way,
And so it starts to learn life's values.

A child has no concept of lies, only rewards,
There is no understanding of imagination and truth.
With time the child learns love, and pleasure,
Or alternatively fear, lies, rejection, and hate.

The child only learns what has been taught,
And its path in life becomes set in stone.
If only adults looked through a child's eyes
And returned their simple faith and love.

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Xenobiotic, a Protest

"Develop an attitude of gratitude, and give thanks
for everything that happens to you, knowing that
every step forward is a step toward achieving
something bigger and better than your current situation."
Brian Tracy


I have found myself, not that I was lost
More that I was tangled in the web of life
The spider of that life made me pay the cost
And just in time I was able to use a knife
To cut myself free and get back on my path.
Even though its winter I must stand the frost
That disdainful breath of Fate and her wrath
I have found myself, not that I was lost

I have found myself, not that I was lost
But I was an alien living in a foreign land
An icy world where there was eternal frost
Emotionless where everything was planned
Smiles were sought and friendship bought
And love came only at an exorbitant cost
Was it love or simply an expensive thought?
I have found myself, not that I was lost

I have found myself, not that I was lost
Corporations and politicians control on life
Again today I thought about all the cost.
The cost of oil, of terrorism and the strife
Global warming, ozone layers and such.
Third the world is burning, another in frost,
There is all that flooding not leaving much
I have found myself, not that I was lost

I cannot isolate myself, that is a crime.

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Yearning for the night

You can never get silence anywhere nowadays,
have you noticed?
Bryan Perry


The poignancy of my memory
Is acute as I see the night begin
My lover's spirit returns to me.
As soon as darkness closes in

As soon as I see the night begin
I know my loneliness is felt more
As soon as darkness closes in
I miss you walking through the door.

I know my loneliness is felt more
With music, or port, or a glass of wine
I miss you walking through the door.
And little things that said, your mine.

With music, or port, or a glass of wine
Seeing faces and events from the past
And little things that said, your mine.
Making promises that love would last

Seeing faces and events from the past
Sometimes with confusing imagery.
Making promises that love would last
Invade my consciousness randomly

Sometimes with confusing imagery
Recourse to dreams in a surreal setting
Invade my consciousness randomly
Finally with dawn my sanity getting

Recourse to dreams in a surreal setting
Is gone when I see the morn begin
And with dawn my sanity getting
Waiting until darkness closes in!!

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Zen Conversation

"Eating wild fruit, learning how to fly,
what more is there to live for?"
Australian Bat Society.


The dark abyss of a soul is not empty
Just undiscovered waiting through eons
For the hidden secrets waiting therein
That are to be found by searching minds
Looking with eyes that see in the dark
Listening with ears that hear in the silence
Using senses that know everything is nothing.
As though we stood at the edge of the ocean
Questioning whether to wade into the water
But afraid that there may be sharks.

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Jeremy Farmer

A Writer's Philosophy

A novel is never anything, but a philosophy put into images
Albert Camus


A brief moment of thought caught in a book
An author's ideals that hide in the tale
Dear reader, take a deeper look, just look
A writer's dream is there, offered for sale
Behind jumbled words that act as a veil
The hopes of the future or is it fear
Each word a hammer hitting on a nail
A beckoning voice that whispers 'Come here'
In tense narrative that a chapter shook
The thrill is the telling, make no mistook.

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Christopher T George

Prise Them Out

I don't give a s*** what's in your head.
By which I mean if it isn't on the page it doesn't exist.
Jeanette Winterson


Somehow you have to prise them out -- those words
that are so well hidden within you, hibernating
all the time, like birds from some tropical clime.

Although not mechanical you are indeed a mechanic;
but don't panic -- take that screwdriver, that drill
and ease open your mind. . . it's easy, you didn't

dream them: there they are, they sit on the page,
like a saint's footprints on fresh-lain snow.

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