Thursday, 23 May 2013
Glosa
Dverse
The glosa was a poetry form of the late 14th century and popular in the Spanish Court.
where e're you walk
cool gates shall fan the glade
trees where you sit
shall crowd into a shade
Semele...Handel
wherever you are
this balmy evening
i wish i were there
close by your side
to see you once more
to laugh and talk
taste the rain drops
to kiss your dear fingers
tapered white chalk
where e're you walk
i wish i were there
to unlock your heart
but alas i cannot
am far far away
just another sad story
our souls did not fit
torn pages blowing blind
caught in a whirl
where butterflies flit
trees where you sit
you did love me once
i was too deaf to hear
too blind to see truth
vanity coated with doubt
the soft whispers of selene
intricate weaves handmade
flames of passion now spent
luke warm ashes remain
the burning embers fade
cool gates shall fan the glade
now it's too late
the damage is done
the boat has sailed
and this is my fate
sometimes in the quiet of night
when day is done and nerves are frayed
a sadness fills my empty being
another night riddled with regret
now my dreams i'm afraid
shall crowd into a shade
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Love the quote weaving with yours...the regret of love and sadness is palpable in the last verse ~ this tugs the heart strings ~
ReplyDeleteGood work with the form, the rhyming words are in place ~ smiles ~
Thank you Grace.
Deletefelt...the too deaf to hear line caught me...as that is familiar...though the feeling last one...the longing...great last two lines as well..very nicely done ma'am
ReplyDeleteThank you Brian.
DeleteThis a double pleasure for me - your words and 'Where'er you walk.'
ReplyDeleteThank you.
Anna :o]
So pleased you liked the Handel. Thank you!
DeleteI felt regret of love being out of sync. Like two ships sailing and just meeting briefly...
ReplyDeletetorn pages blowing blind
caught in a whirl
where butterflies flit
trees where you sit
Was a passage I particularly liked...
:-) smiles
Thank you Bjorn.
DeleteWell done--sad, touching, that line "kiss your dear fingers" speaks powerfully. I like how you transposed the order of 2 and 3 to fit your purposes. Great!
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure if this is allowed:)
Deletevery nicely done glosa...I agree with the former commenters entirely; the editor in me has a niggling question I can't let go: third stanza, fifth line - did you mean for the word to be "selene" or were you going for "serene"? Good poem in any case.
ReplyDeletehttp://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2013/05/table-for-four.html
Selene is the moon goddess.
DeleteFingers: "tapered white chalk" - I love the description. A sad and tender memoir.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rowan.
ReplyDeleteso full of sadness and longing. very touching, beautifully crafted.
ReplyDeleteHandel's libretto make for a wonderful cabeza, and oh how wonderful your words flow from that introduction, a palpable keening, a longing, a regret. Interwoven with the words from the cabeza, the glosa unravels the reader's heart thread by thread, line by line, until the dreams and memories become, finally, unfrayed.
ReplyDeleteYour comment is a prose poem in itself..beautiful...Thank you Sam!
ReplyDeleteMy heart understands this poem, and it is from the heart that I first read it with the sweetest appreciation. Then I re-read from the mind, enjoying it for its successful glosa prompt form. But with this one my heart rules. A memorable poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lydia. It is not often that I get a comment like this. I am pleased that this poem holds a special meaning for you.
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