NaPoWriMo🎙📚03/04/22 – Day 3.


💙This is quite a challenge. I do like short poetry forms but I thought I might try this 40 liner because the Glosa is a new form for me. Those that know me, know I am up for new poetry forms and anything Spanish. Lol 😆 💛

And now for our (optional) prompt. This one is a bit complex, so I saved it for a Sunday. It’s a Spanish form called a “glosa” – literally a poem that glosses, or explains, or in some way responds to another poem. The idea is to take a quatrain from a poem that you like, and then write a four-stanza poem that explains or responds to each line of the quatrain, with each of the quatrain’s four lines in turn forming the last line of each stanza. Traditionally, each stanza has ten lines, but don’t feel obligated to hold yourself to that! Here’s a nice summary of the glosa form to help you get started. Happy Writing! – Maureen Thorson

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?

From the poem "Remembrance" by Emily Brontë


When I have loved with a heart young and free,
Lost myself in love's passionate embrace.
Felt my breath in ever increasing gasps,
Listened to my heart beating like a drum.
When I have given myself body and soul,
Let myself be swept into the vortex,
Of my own mind, circling into that bliss. Filled my brain with a high of endorphins.
This love has followed me on my journey,
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish.

It may haunt my dreams, on a daily basis.
Catch me unawares when my mind is elsewhere.
I recall holding hands, his large, mine small.
The soft touch of his fingers on my face.
Touch more insistant on my trembling body
Until I allowed him to touch my most Intimate places, where he enchanted me.
Later he showed me how to pleasure him.
We lay sated, breath and heart, slowed, now I
Dare not indulge in memory's raptuous pain.

For memories can be treacherous things.
I see my beloved's face handsomely young,
My laughter is free from pain, no heartbreak.
I hear his voice speaking whispered words of love.
My happiness is complete, I am loved.
I am in love, it makes me feel giddy.
Then memory shows the unvarnished truth.
A protuding bump, he has run away,
My loss is cruellest pain, scalding tears, heartache,
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish;

I never want to love like that again.
The pain of his loss is unbearable.
We produced a beautiful baby boy,
Whom I love and I am very proud of.
We lived our separate lives but something
Kept drawing us back together like magnets;
To try to recapture the thrill of first love.
I knew in my heart we never would do.
So I wrapped it up as sweet memories,
How could I seek the empty world again?

©🦊VxenOfVerse, 2022.